The barking and the training and the patience continues. I'm not seeing much progress on the toileting issue and sensing the cold snow isn't helping. The noise level is astonishing. Really, how can such a small beast make that much racket and not be A: hoarse or B: tired or C: completely board of hearing their own voice?
The bouncing puppy stage continues. We are all tired now and just running the paces with consistency and praying it will all work out in the end. I still sleep barely 3 hours at a time. William is becoming jealous that Clover needs mummy A LOT. It seems that every time I begin something with him, the dog eliminates on the floor... barks her head off... needs feeding... needs washing from soiling herself or fresh water because its spilled EVERYWHERE. I try to reassure him, but the truth is, many hours I am so beyond coherent from sleep deprivation I could probably collapse at any moment.
Winter is hard, and this particular year, very long. Playing fetch down the front hallway is about the most high intensity exercise we can come up with. Still sniffing and strolling and meeting the children daily from school and meeting "safe" (well/vaccinated) dogs.
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