November beach photo

Bad days & recoveries

So, Tug went back into doggie daycare and 40 minutes after I dropped him off I got a call to come get him. Long story short, without the details: he just got "normal" a few hours before Mama got home 4 days later. He was fine within 2 days after she returned which was great as we had a long weekend away for Christmas.

The really cool part of being away this past weekend was an unexpected bonus for the baby: Mama was sleeping on our suite's couch the first night and let Tuggums stay on the couch with her- all night!! He was snuggled in and keeping her legs warm so we shut the door to the bedroom so he wouldn't decide to come join my sister or me without warning. He stayed right with her and it was the first time he'd slept out of his crate since he moved in with us at 7 weeks old (he's 4 1/2 now). He loved it! It went so well that Mama let him sleep with her the whole weekend.

So, the first night we were back at home and Mama calls Tug to go into his crate- home is different, after all- and he looks at her like "huh?" It took me tricking him into my lap so she coul pick him up and pop him in. The next night he understood the rules and went back in without a yip! :) Gotta love our boy!

spoiled dog enters the "real world"

Mama's traveling so Tug went into doggie day care for the very first time ever this week. He had a nice, private room (about the size of my office cubicle, actually) and pleasant people to take care of him. However, being that he's never been away from home without us, Mama is his security blanket and he just doesn't adapt easily- he's had a hell week (all in one day).

Mama and I dropped him off and settled him in- sort of. He didn't really want us to go, of course. My sister picked him up and he wasn't doing well. By the time I got home from work he was somewhat normal. Then , the next day he didn't need to go as I wasn't working a whole day. But, I left for an appointment and a quick trip to the grocery store and then came back to let him out of his crate. We cuddled for an hour then I left for work for 2 hours. When I got back he was reasonably fine- the leaving and coming back was okay by him. So, then I take him to a patio at a restaurant to meet my co-workers but we all froze due to a fierce wind! He still found time to fall in love with one of my bosses.

Tomorrow, back to day care so I just don't know how the baby is going to do...

bath time

Poor Tug. I was bathing him and he just prefers Mama. She has a routine with how she does it and he just loves routine. He even slipped and fell in the bathtub which scared me and that scared him worse. He's fine now, of course. He had the post bath crazies and now he's settled in with Mama- all is forgotten! (Thank goodness for little pea brains!)