We have a new puppy.
If you are a dog owner, I almost don’t even need to say anything more, because you know how crazy life just got at my house.
I can tell already; he’s going to be a good dog. He’s smart, and because of this, he brings a unique set of challenges and opportunities. But for now, he’s just a puppy so of course he needs a lot of love, training, and constant attention.
He’s a French pointing breed called Braque D’Auvergne. I’d never heard of it. My wife discovered the breed through a gun dog magazine we get delivered to the house. It’s supposed to be a good hunting breed, so hopefully he’ll learn how to hunt for pheasants. He did already rip the wing off a stuffed duck toy, so maybe that’s a good sign? My wife is excited about his potential. She’s been working very hard with him already and if she can tame his inner beast, this guy is going to be amazing.
To add a little context though; my youngest son just graduated from high school. Plus, our other dog is now 12 years old. So, what I’m saying is; it’s been a long, long time since we’ve had sleepless nights due to crying, and almost as long since we had the late night “I’ve got to go potty” urgent request, whether human or canine. So yeah, this old dog is re-learning a lot right now with a puppy entirely dependent on us 24/7. To top things off, our other dog hates him. He’s all about fun, she’s all about her “alone time.” The two colliding interests create all sorts of trials and tribulations. |
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