Tough Love

Nothing prepared me for how hard and frustrating it can be to have a dog. As much as I loove Charlie to death, his crazyness can drive me nuts at times.

When I was younger and staying with my parents of course, we always had an animal. Whether it was a cat, dog, fish, or bird, we always had up to 2 at a time. I think we even had a rabbit at one point. Everytime we would get an animal mama would be the one to make it go outside, clean up the accidents and maybe wash them. I was only there to keep the animal company and annoy mama by making whatever it was run through the house wih me lol. So since I was litte to no help with raising any of our animals I had no experience when me and Jer decided to get our first dog together.

Charlie is a chiweenie, which means he is 50% (if not more) chihuahua. I have been told many disadvantages of having any kind of chihuahua, including it being hard to housebreak them. Well to an extent Charlie is. Every morning is a breeze for potty time, but after that he seems to be confused. And everytime he has an accident I get so frustrated. I am just glad it is only poop which is easier than rubbing a pee stain out of the carpet bleh. Anywho there is the house breaking and the chewing.

I guess all puppies like to chew things and I wasn't to worrried about it at first because his little teeth weren't damaging a thing. Well he is 3 and a half months now and his teeth are matured enough to shred our cousin's cable to his xbox. That was the awesome news I got when I came home from work one night. Thank goodness it still works..for now. I am in a pickle trying to figure out how to stop that habit.

One new thing that has me crazy over my dog is now he realizes he doesnt always have to come when called. He used to be so quick to come at the sound of his name. Now he comes about half way and looks at you like your crazy. And trying to grab him is stunt in a half because he runs now. If I can figure out how to get him to come when called, that would be awesome because standing at the door waiting for him to decide whether to come in or not gets old.

With all of my little complaints, I am sure there is a book out there somewhere that I could pick up to give me some pointers. For now I usually hit up facebook for some friendly advice. What would I do without my homies. I am also very thankful Charlie is a small dog. The hubby was like "Just wait. When I get my dog its going to chew whole couch cushions." o.O I am like what kind of dog does he want? A great mastiff??