I'm out of the tub and dressed; my bedclothes and sheets are in the washer along with some detergent and bleach! I ran a sink full of dishwashing water with a Tbsp. of bleach in it so I can get what glasses, cups, etc. I've used thoroughly cleansed. Chant with me, "no more cold, no more cold"... LOL!
Chaos is truly living up to his name lately! It has been an adventure trying to get him from out of this biting stage he is in. He loves shoes, shoelaces, your barefeet, bites on your pant legs...... attacking them whether you're sitting or walking. Poor guy has been stepped on so many times, you'd think he'd discover the cause of that, ya know?
He now knows the word "crate" very well, and will even go put himself in it when told "No." in firm voice, LOL! The housebreaking is going well.... he goes to the door and barks. And what a bark it is, it pierces you....... makes you wonder how such a loud annoying noise comes from such a little cutie. He will sit and shake {in between biting your hand}. He has a stubborn streak and is very bullheaded, not easily distracted from whatever mischief he manages to get himself into, however, puppy treats work wonders and are given only when he behaves in an appropriate manner obeying a command.
He just now went in to put himself back to bed. His crate is his retreat from the world, there to comfort him when the day isn't as he desires it to be and when he has had enough of our world. It is a small miracle when you hear him go in an finally lay down, knowing you've at least a half hour of some sense of peace and quiet however short-lived it may be! He is definately a bundle of too much energy all in one place, hard to keep up with, especially when you are sick.
I am still working with him on being tied up outside. Some days he's good as gold and other days he whines and cries wanting to be back inside with us. He loves it when we're outside with him whether walking or running on the leash or meandering around on the back deck without it. So far so good with that one!
He also loves to ride! Gets all excited his entire body shakes at even the mention of the word. Unfortunately, he hasn't realized the danger involved and tries to stick 3/4 of his small body outside the window. It is hard work trying to hang on to him, squirming and wiggling, straining against the leash.... one day I'm hopeful it won't be this hard! that he'll be well-mannered and love being around other people.
I know he loves children. Hearing laughter from the neighborhood kids while playing, he stops whatever he is doing and listens intently, wagging his little tag back and forth. Hopefully, he will be a much calmer puppy before our grandchild arrives, although I'm certain that there will be some sibling rivalry going on as Chaos believes he's the baby! and that he is.... a spoiled rotten little guy!
Well, I best take advantage of the few moments that I'll be able to walk through the house without a little black furball attached to either of my feet....... I'll try to check back in later. Hopefully with some news from the Dr.'s office....
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