Well, I’ve already mentioned the biggest life change – marriage and becoming the insta-mom to a stellar four-year old girl. Another major change in my household is that we adopted a puppy. Her name is Obee. (Dylann had recently heard the biblical story of Ruth and wanted to name the dog Obed. We convinced her that Obed was a man, so we settled on Obee as a nice feminine alternative.) She’s a good pup – a basset, beagle mix.
She does bark quite a bit and we’re hoping our new sonic collar will put a stop to that. She can sit and rings a bell to go outside. We’re just working on ‘come’ and some separation anxiety issues…obedience classes start in a couple of weeks.
Having a dog in general has been awesome, but there are times she makes me crazy. A puppy is totally like a newborn. She’s finally to the point of needing to go outside only once in the middle of the night as opposed to four or five times. She chews up everything and is loosing all her teeth. (Actually the chewing thing is improving amazingly). We’ve got the accidents almost all under control, but it’s still annoying when it happens.
And most annoying of all, this dog has been led to believe that she sleeps in a queen-sized bed between a pair of newlyweds. I guess it’s partly our fault…we let her get away with it.