Friday, February 28, 2014

"Going To The Dogs"

It seems that things around here have just gone to the dogs.  Anyone reading my blog over the past month will probably get that impression.  I do apologize for showing puppy pictures so often, but I couldn't resist showing you this last group of pics.  We'll be traveling for about two hours on Saturday to pick up our new little canine friend, and I guess that's the last time he'll get to be with his litter mates.  I hope he won't miss them too much.

The breeder sent these pictures on Monday.  She took the pups outside for the first time on Sunday, and she said they had such a blast.  They played with pine cones and learned to go up and down steps.  She wrote that true to life, the girls managed to do everything first, while the boys were busy exploring their new world.  :)

...picking up pine cones.

Life is going to be really different around here for awhile.  There's a big difference between a new eight-week old puppy and an established, house-trained, senior dog.  The mister and I got our first Scottie in our second year of marriage.  When we went to pick her out, she was just five or six weeks old, and she was there with her mother and all her litter mates.  They were in a big pile, and we always talk about how Bonnie just climbed over that pile of wiggly, squirming puppies to get to us.  That settled it; she was the one we wanted since she had actually "chosen" us.

She was a sweetheart, but strong-willed, as terriers are known to be.  And you don't want to know how she almost chewed our house down to the foundations when she was still a puppy.  Our house at the time had a heated and cooled sun porch that we used as a den, and that's where she stayed at night.  We had a papasan chair and a little wicker loveseat in there that we purchased at Pier One or World Bazaar (can't remember which).  They were our first two pieces of new furniture that we had purchased together; most of our furniture was donated from our parents.

This was our little house, and you can see the sun porch on the front.

Anyhoo, we didn't start Bonnie off sleeping in her crate at night, which was a big mistake.  We were newbies and didn't know any better.  One night, my husband unknowingly left a blue ink pen on the table next to the chair.  In the morning, we got up to find a half-chewed ink pen on the cushion of the new papasan chair, along with a big blue ink spot.  She had also chewed on the frame of the chair.  In addition, she chewed a big corner off the wicker love seat (not in the same night of course).  There are only so many hours in one day, after all. 

Do you know what's inside a golf ball?  We do.  One evening, we went out to dinner before our son was born.  We thought we would leave Bonnie closed up on the sun porch while we were gone.  What could go wrong?  When we returned we discovered that the door from the porch to the living room didn't close securely like we thought, and while we were gone, Miss Curiosity discovered she could push the connecting door open, and decided to explore the rest of the house.  When we returned home, she was glad to see us, as always, and we were puzzled to see a whole bunch of little things that looked sort of like rubber bands all over the floor along with the outside "shell" of a golf ball lying nearby.  What?!!  Golf balls are really hard and we could not believe she had managed to chew one up.  Thankfully, she didn't choke to death on the little "rubber bands" that made up the inner ball of the golf ball.

She also gave the molding around our door frames quite a workout, too.  Our house was a 1924 bungalow, and it had the wide, pretty molding around door frames and windows that we would love to have in our house today.  And I almost forgot the best part.  When we purchased that house, the previous owners had covered the floor of the sun porch with this ugly serviceable, green, wall-to-wall, indoor/outdoor carpet.  We weren't crazy about the carpet, but we didn't know what kind of flooring was underneath it.  We were both working full-time and hadn't planned on pulling up or replacing the carpet right away.

Well, Miss Bonnie had fashion sense, and she didn't care for that carpet.  While we were at work, she found a loose thread somewhere and started pulling and chewing.  She was a hard little worker, and she spent the whole day working on that carpet.  When we got home, about half the carpet in the room had been "taken up" for us.  Part of the carpet was intact, and part was reduced to a bunch of raveled, chewed up thread.  Yikes.

Later, when we could see the humor in the situation, we used to joke that Bonnie did us a favor.  She gave us a big head start on getting rid of that ugly carpet.  And underneath, we found an old-fashioned black tile floor; after we cleaned and stripped it, the tile looked much better than that cheap carpet.

Sorry for the poor quality of this photo -- it's about 21 years old.  This is the connecting French door that we discovered popped open all too easily.  :)  You can sort of see the black floor on the sun porch in this picture.  The wicker loveseat and the papasan chair were no longer in the room at this point; they had been replaced by a nicer sofa and chair.

Boy, are things going to be hopping around here.  We're going to have a puppy to train, and I'm sure there's a Scottie puppy out there who's thinking he's got a couple of humans to train.   ;)

They look so angelic, don't they?  Um-hum.

Thanks for following along with me on my daily journey here at House at Forest Manor.  I do enjoy your visits and hope you'll come back often.



  1. So Bonnie was really a canine decorator of sorts! She knew that tile floor was prettier than the carpet and planned the whole escapade. Grin.

    I really did like reading the stories and chuckled right out loud more than once. You are in for some fun all over again, and just think about it: THIS time, you have a blog.

    Hope the trip to get Duncan goes well!

  2. Well the fun begins tomorrow! You sound excited and I'm sure you are. Certainly you are now well versed in all things puppy so this Duncan will be a "walk in the park" (no pun intended, LOL). Have a fun weekend!

  3. Oh Bonnie...your stories have been such fun to read...and I know you will have many more about your new pup, Duncan!

    We got our first pup when he was 9 months old {nearly 5 years ago} from a he wasn't housebroken and we started off right away with the crate and gave him lots of chewy things. Then 3 weeks later, we got our 2nd pup at just 12 weeks of age. He got potty trained so quickly, we were amazed. After his 2nd trip outside, he only once over the next 4 1/2 years, peed once in the house. He died at 4 1/2 yrs of age in December, we still miss him. Our 3rd pup came in at 12 weeks and only weighed 3# and she just turned 4 in February. Our 2nd dog helped take care of her and trained her...we barely had to do anything! We were stunned. Three weeks after losing our 2nd pup in December, we went back to the same breeder where we got all 3 of the first pups and finished our adoption of Angel. She was 5 months old and not housebroken...but she did fantastically well after the first 3 or 4 trips outside, which was surprising, since she spent her entire 2nd day and night in the ER due to having a reaction to her rabies injection. And a short 2 weeks later, she got spayed...and she's flourishing! They're all different, and oh so cute! ♥

  4. Big smiles here! Wishing you all the best:@)

  5. Oh my goodness, they have grown so much and are the cutest! Get a good night's sleep, Denise! I hope Duncan isn't going to be a chewer like Bonnie...yikes. Can't wait to hear about his first few days with is sad he will no longer be with his siblings.

  6. I love the stories about your puppy and hope that you will continue. The puppy should be easy to train with your other dog. He will see what she does and follow her, hopefully.
    Have fun with your new baby.

  7. And now the fun begins..... lol

  8. I really enjoyed reading about your adventures with former loves. What a cute little house your first home was. I liked seeing it and hearing more about it, too. All the best as you get your little one settled and learning the ways of the household. May he become the very best kind of friend.

  9. Goodness, you have so many funny memories, Denise. I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time with your new little puppy and you're so much more experienced in knowing what to expect. Best of luck, my friend, with your cute little bundle of fur!! xo

  10. I want to hear about and see pics of Duncan EVERY day~! lol

    I am living vicariously thru this wonderful adventure with you..

    Have a safe tripp there and back and tell us all about it...

    Welcome Home Duncan.. Hope to see you in person this summer. I'll bring Nadia:) she's mighty cute and is looking for a boyfriend..

  11. Hi Denise. I know you are on your way to pick up Duncan right now. How exciting. Of course, he is the one who will be the 'poster' child of terriers!! When our dog was Curly (looked like a black golden) and I was still working, I came home for lunch and found my prize flock of little country lambs were shredded all over the floor. When I went back to work and told the story, they made a document declaring him the 'best sheep dog in the world'. Funny now, not so much then..Happy Travels, Judy

  12. LOVE seeing the puppies. Too Cute! All that chewing reminds me of our wire fox terrier who ate Baby Jesus from our nativity scene...among other things. Gotta love the terriers. :)



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