Two pups are not the same as one. So off to Petco to assess crates, carriers, pens, and while we’re there, to get some collars and pig ears. We put them in a cart, listened to all the oh’s and ah’s from people who realize what cuties they are. They behaved great. Relaxed, alert, interested. Then they spied a bulldog. The terrier personality came out. Let me out of this cart, they squealed, we’ll rip off that mash faced ogre’s hip within a minute. They heard some “shhh’s” and “it’s okay’s”, and settled down. Good girls.
Home from Petco, we didn’t buy a thing. Pups were tired. So were we. Feed time. Poop time. Nap time. And we still had not decided on names for them.
And then my heart sang. One of them, we think it was “no-collar” went to the door to signal she needed to go outside to poo…and pee!
Doggy door sessions aren’t going well. It’s a double flap door with an eight-inch space between flaps. It’s like a cage. It’s scary. And anyway, the weather has been cool and the sunroom doors are open. Who needs a doggy door? We’ll tie up one flap for a while until they’ve mastered one flap.
Not started leash training yet. But soon. Frankly, they’ve kept us too busy to do more than what we’ve accomplished.
Tah Dah! We have settled on names. They are named after Joyce's mother, Mary Frances. So, Collar has become Frances and No-collar is now Mary. Done!
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