On Wednesday April 2, I came home from work to find something fluffy with four legs wandering around my house. Earlier in the day, my husband had hinted at getting me an early Easter present: something to keep me company while he is working on the weekends. I had a feeling I knew what he was hinting at, I didn’t really think he would go through with it though.
I’m not sure how we will cope when the time comes to choose baby names. We really struggled to name him. I wanted something that would remind us of our wedding & honeymoon in America last year, so we finally settled on Harley (for the Harley Davidson my husband & his friends hired for the day).
Now comes coping with housebreaking (including toilet training) & the standard sit/stay routine. As this is my first dog (and first pet really, as fish & rabbits don’t need much looking after), I have no idea what I am doing or what to expect from Harley or my patience for that matter!. But I honestly think that toilet training will be the death of me. While I understand that plush carpet feels much better, it is an awful mess to clean up not to mention the possibility of stains & smells lingering.
Then there is the whimpering/yelps when he is alone in the laundry. Of a night & while we aren’t home, we put him in the laundry & shut the door. The first night wasn’t so great. I’m quite a light sleeper, it also generally needs to be dark & quiet for me to sleep. Since then, I have shut a few more doors of the house & can no longer hear him from my bed.