Rolo has shaken things up around here. The kids love her, but they also said it has been more work than they initially thought it would be. I do my very best to not say “I TOLD YOU SO” in an annoying sing-song tone. I just smile and say that they are doing a good job taking care of her.
Mack and I took the early morning duties the first two weeks, but I could see right away that I was feeling ill towards this dog when this dog is the kids’ dog, yet I found myself standing out in the cold, dark morning saying, “Go poo-poo, go pee-pee” over and over again. So now Ruby goes out with her in the morning…anywhere between 5:30am and 6:30am. Usually Josh and I are up then as well and if we are feeling nice, we let Ruby go back to bed while we watch Rolo. Let’s just say she has put a damper on my morning quiet time. I am trying to keep a good attitude about it though. I think this season of constant watching over her will be short-lived and eventually we will have a sweet dog that doesn’t need to be watched 24/7.
I did enjoy chatting with Mack on those early mornings. He is a funny kid.
I hired a professional dog trainer, though. You know, since I don’t know what I am doing, but I need a good dog. Not an annoying, bad dog. The first session was awesome and gave me such HOPE that we can actually teach this dog to obey! Our trainer comes every 21 days or so for six months, and I am thinking hiring her is the best decision I made this year. She gave me two words to hold on to during our first 21 days of training: SUPERVISION and CONFINEMENT.
We are taking her on walks at a trail a few times a week and the other days we walk her up and down the street in front of our house. She is scared of cars right now, so the trail provides a better atmosphere for actually enjoying our walk. She rides in a booster seat for dogs on the way to the trail.
One afternoon, the girls and I took her out to “socialize.” We went to Starbucks and then walked to Petsmart. And I went in a few stores while the girls sat on a bench and let people come up and talk to her. It went sort of well….if you don’t count that she spent quite a bit of time hiding behind a pot of flowers.
She is a cute little puppy. I am glad we got her, most of the time. But I also know that having a dog doesn’t equal being a dog person. Maybe it will come in time…we shall see. I am proud of the kids and how they have stepped up and done a lot to take care of her. They are definitely becoming dog people.