How sad is this? Our lives now revolve around the toilet habits of a 9-week-old Labradoodle puppy. No, Judge isn’t housebroken yet, but we are learning to read the signals, and he’s amazingly smart. He actually has his own way of telling us that he needs to go. He’s been sleeping with us at night, and when he begins whimpering, that’s our clue that Judge needs to go. So, one of us will dutifully stagger out of bed, pick him up, and take him into the back yard. Once he’s taken care of business, it’s back to bed. Attending to his needs disrupts the old sleep patterns just a wee bit, but it sure beats stepping in a steaming pile of SURPRISE!! at 6 in the morning.
It took a few days, but Salem, THE WORLD’S BEST DOG (she also answers to THE BEST DOG EVER) has finally taken a liking to Judge, and it’s turning into a combination “Big Sister/Little Brother” and something akin to All-Star Wrestling relationship. Salem seems to be enjoying the extra activity, and given that she’s close to seven years old, it’s probably a good thing for her. Judge, meanwhile, has his very own four-legged chew toy.
Of course, if there’s one thing Judge excels at, it’s sleeping:
Is there anything in this world cuter than a puppy (OK, kittens are without a doubt cuter, but puppies are a close second)?
