After a fairly lazy Saturday morning, playing with puppies in the house (it was rainy), Yishai asked what we should do and I suggested take the puppies on a walk. At ten weeks old, one can really be pushing it - they've had their second round of shots and they were not taking milk in at about 7.5 weeks (and Fury is totally dry and boobless at this point - just has huge nipples). No dirt, sand, or grass, but concrete -- okay.
I might mention that at this point they haven't even been leash broken (maybe Rippa a bit more), but my philosophy in puppy raising is mainly to keep them off lead as much as possible so they learn to be responsive without the tether. So, we all strapped collars on them and leads and away we go. Moto CRIED. Every time I jerked a little on him, he CRIED. Pull, push, pull, push. But, after about two blocks, they were all trucking along. Yishai is running down the street with Fury and Rippa (he's testing her running-buddy legs), and I am desperately trying to keep up with two pulling, hacking puppies, giggling the entire way.
We ended up taking them to the mission, walking the puppies past shoppers and cars. Where we ended up resting them at the fountain in the mission.
They were super friendly and receptive to people coming up to say hello, and I refused contact with strange dogs. As we walked back, it started to rain a bit and by the time we got back inside, it was pouring. Excellent timing.
Yishai was sitting on the floor with all three of them on his lap and fell asleep sitting up that way until he moved to the couch and then fell asleep with them all over him that way - the light highlighting him in just the right artistic way that I was sad I didn't take a photo.
That was how most of the day went. That night we had friends over for movies and the puppies came out and partied again, though stayed mainly with their breeder parents because they were tuckered.
Dear readers, I am in trouble. Still no solid leads on appropriate homes for Moto and the more time I spend with him, the more I love him. Yishai decided that he was the dog version of himself, which only makes me want him more, and I agree: independent, hardcore athletic, but at the same time sensitive and snuggly. He ended up being the best leash walker after all his screaming in the beginning and . . . man, every time I see him he wiggles pure joy. I loved walking him because I really got to see his gait - it's gorgeous. I love how resilient he is. He is so fun.
But I rent, I'm in the middle of making some major life choices that might involve major upheaval of everything I know, I don't make a pile of money because I'm building up my businesses and I am a part time prof with no full time jobs in sight . . . My life isn't stable enough for two and a half dogs (Rippa's shared custody, but mostly Yishai's). What do I do about the intact male/female issue? I don't have the resources to put into properly taking him to his next potential - I don't have the time or inclination to train another dog in agility, obedience, conformation and stock. And even if I did, that's what Yishai's supposed to do with Rippa with my help.
I keep hoping a perfect home will come along. The longer I spend time with him, the more I love him and think he's the bee's knees. And that also causes me to get even more picky with homes. If I love everything about him - how can I send him off to be someone's pet when I think he's one of the best puppies in the litter? I want to see him flourish in the way I want all of my puppies to. The only puppy that likely won't get major exposure to stock or get trialled is Emma (Fie) and she's very much got the personality of loving pet and I don't mind that. Moto, on the other hand, has all the go juice and potential that I felt the other puppies have.
Did I mention he's gorgeous? He totally is.
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