Yesterday I sympathized with every new Mom. I understood how frustrating and isolating being home with a helpless being was. Here I was, with two cocker puppies, feeling lost and alone. I called my Mom to vent and share. Just hearing another adult voice was comforting. I know what you are thinking; they are puppies not babies how hard can it be? Turns out plenty hard - for both.
I took the girls to the beach in the morning. It was super windy and the waves were high; plus we'd just had a storm so everything was wet. The girls didn't like the wind or the waves but played and walked in the sand. I walked near the water because I love the waves! There beach was all ours so I let them off the led to run. Lily joined me at one point and a wave came up and got her wet. She ran for higher ground; shaking once she reached the top. Other than that we all had a great time.
Lily was soaked and covered in sand. Fergus was covered in sand with sandy paws, so I knew baths would be needed. Like most things with the two of them, I needed a plan. On the drive home I decided to bath them in the kitchen sink, towel them off with dish towels and then run upstairs to get a few towels and really dry them. Great idea. What I didn't count on was how afraid they would be of the bathing experience. How two cockers in a large sink will each try to escape as often as possible. How wet everything would get; including me. Not to self; next time make sure you are prepared and the roomie is there to help. We managed to get through the experience and before too long they were both happily asleep in their crate while I mopped up everything up and threw a load of towels in the washer.
Yesterday they figured out how to go under the gate in the backyard; Lily managed to climb the stairs to the second floor 4 times and we worked on learning how to go down the stairs. Treats at the bottom of the steps helped with this. Lily has it down, Fergus is still learning.
The roomie and I took them for a walk around the block after dinner. Oh my. Fergus pulls on the leash. Fergus has such a strong personality; lead dog all the way. I think Lily spent more time being dragged than actually walking. Eventually we made it around the block and home. Both the roomie and I wanted more exercise in our lives; well we got it.
Right now the baby boos are sleeping in their crate. They've been out twice and played with toys in the living room while I had my breakfast. I'm learning their signals for when they need to go potty (cue breakthrough dance). I'm going to catch up on some work then we will be running errands and visiting the kiddos at daycare. PS: Don't you just love those puppy legs?
