In the realm of parenting or, in this case, fur baby parenting, I always imagined I would be the unreasonable disciplinarian, and that L would be the push over. However, I am learning through the process of training and caring for Henry that I have a lot more patience than I thought! I am also learning that L has a lot less patience than I thought 😉
At eight months old, Henry is still chewing everything in sight. He has a lot of energy, and can be quite naughty.
Our light colored carpets are pretty much ruined, but I can proudly say that he is finally fully apartment trained (Except this past weekend when he decided to pee on our duvet.)
Let me explain apartment training, because it is a little different than house training. When you house train, you normally have a yard of some kind for puppy to roam and do his business. When you apartment train, you have to run little pup downstairs and out to the pathetic little patch of grass in front of your apartment several times a day. It’s not glamorous. Not that training a dog in general is glamorous, it isn’t. But for a lazy ass like me walking downstairs (and back up) multiple times can be taxing. Do I count it toward my daily cardio? You bet I do.
Anyway, through all of the mess that has comprised the past number of months, I am still putty in his paws.