The big news is that we got a puppy. He is a parti-colored American cocker spaniel, born on April 7. His name is Audie Murphy Allbritton, but he’s really just Murphy. Why in the hell did we get a dog? Because I’m nesting and I can’t have a baby right now, and Corey is a dog person. Well, an animal person in general.
I admit that I am going to make all of us neurotic as shit over housetraining, but I am nothing if not routine. We’re crate training, so at night he’s in his crate and we’re taking him out every three hours. He has a habitat he’s baby-gated into during the day and someone comes at lunch to feed him and take him out—and clean up the pee and poop he’s laid on the kitchen floor, sometimes on the pee pad, sometimes not.
When we’re home, we take him out and let him play on the blanket-protected couch, or on the floor, which he “marks” I guess, and we continue taking him out. I’m a little frustrated because he shows no signs of understanding what we’re trying to accomplish here.
See, so obsessed with elimination by this dog am I that I have devoted an entire blog post to it. So blah, blah, if you read this and have suggestions, which I readily solicit, I’m taking all of them. Here are some pics of our little dude.
And how is Lily handling this mess? She just watches him, I"m sure wondering what the fuck he's doing. She will tell him to shut the hell up when we put him in the kitchen and he cries about it. Last night while we were at dinner, he got out of the kitchen gate that I apparently failed to secure, and he was hanging out in the living room, not bleeding, and she was in her chair when we got home. 