Friday, September 4, 2009

Growing Up

Sept. 4, 2009

Kaboose is growing up. He's a pro in public, having proved himself at church, shopping, test driving and buying a new-to-us truck, sitting/sleeping through critique groups, riding on a bus, climbing up open mesh metal stairs, and walking calmly alongside me while I weave an erratic course while driving a handicap electric cart. Here's a picture of Kaboose expecting his reward for an automatic sit as we wait for an elevator.



At home Kaboose has finally accepted that there are some things he's just not supposed to get into. Housebreaking is going well, though not yet perfect. And he's doing well with new commands like "wait," "down," "stay," "ignore," and, yes!, "no teeth." Best of all, Pat is finally wrastling with him. Was Pat waiting until Kaboose got bigger? Or was he holding out to see if we were really keeping this new pup? For the gazillionth time, I wish dogs could talk.

We still have a couple of challenges--Kaboose greets other dogs and people with excessive enthusiasm, complete with verbalizing (he loves to talk and occasionally bark, especially if Chloe, our old and grumpy cat, is within potential playing distance) and at night, just before he zonks out, Kaboose turns into a wild child. Overall, though, he's doing really well. It's good to remember how quickly the worst of the puppy stage ends.