Three years ago today I adopted the smartest, sweetest, silliest, and most ridiculously adorable puppy in the world, and it was easily the best decision I have ever made.
So tonight my delightful dog Buster decided I was taking too long to parallel park at the dog park, and jumped out the window while I was backing into a space on Silver Lake (for non-LAians, a fairly busy street where cars routinely go 60+).
Writing this from my iPhone since my laptop is temporarily out of juice...
A few smallish updates:
Buster's trick 'o the day: He actually used the litter box! He didn't poo when I took him for his morning walk, so I was resigned to finding a mess on the floor when I got back from my errands this morning, but instead there was a big pile of uncovered puppy poo in the litter box.
Hey, GTers, can I ask for some good thoughts in my general direction today? I'm leaving Buster the wonder puppy home all day alone for the first time since I first brought him home, when his incessant barking enraged all my neighbors.
My housemate brought a tray of ribs home from a party this weekend, and I had plateful for dinner. When I was done eating, I went to get Buster's leash... and Buster didn't come. This is very odd behavior—usually he runs so fast as soon as he sees me heading in that general direction he nearly smashes into the door—so…
Apparently my stress reliever these days is to post pictures of my puppy. I really have to start getting pictures of him when he's not on the couch or in his bed, but he's just so bouncy and active when he's up, it's really hard to get a pic that isn't a blur. I have such a happy, energetic boy!
I'm clearly not going to give up the proud mom thing any time soon. I have the best boy ever!
No new pictures, because I've been swamped, but I've been taking Buster to a doggie daycare this week because of his separation anxiety. The place is a converted warehouse with tons of room for the dogs to run around and play, and when I called to check on him on Monday they said they were amazed at how immediately…
Yesterday Buster decided to protest being left home alone by barking. Loudly. All day. My apartment manager got many angry calls, including one from Animal Control (apparently a woman in the building next to mine called them).
He likes to sleep with his head under things. Mostly cushions, but also the easy chair and the couch. And sometimes he lies on his back and hides his face with his front paws, but I don't have a good picture of that yet, damn it.
Thanks so much to everyone who gave me suggestions yesterday! I bought a crate last night and started getting him acclimated to it (getting him to go in for treats and toys, feeding him meals near the crate), and I puppy-proofed my bedroom and then shut him inside for a few short periods last night and this morning. I…
So my housemate just texted to let me know that Buster was not happy about being left home alone today—he knocked a bunch of stuff off my desk and the table, and he did this to the front door:
I'm doing the ultra-proud first-time mother thing, so here are a few more shots of my darling new boy (sleeping, because he's been so bouncy and happy when he's awake it's hard to get pictures!).
So, bolstered by a Gawker post about an awesome German Shepherd, I searched on Petfinder for Shepherd mixes, and found a ridiculously adorable German Shepherd Corgi mix at a shelter near me. I went to meet him this morning, and I brought him home, and OMG HE IS SO CUTE!