God the idea of having another puppy gives me palpitations. I’m still at the ‘never again!’ phase!! I’d rather die in fact.
Having said that, we are sort of doing okay. Or are we. I honestly don’t know. Merry is coming up to 6 months, so maybe this is the famous adolescence. Just when I think we understand each other, she comes up with some new terror.
She is back on the long line, which I hate, especially when it gets dragged through muddy puddles, but she did recall beautifully this morning, even when there was a dog walker (with 7 dogs, is that allowed??). There are also some signs of amusing herself - she has finally discovered the joys of disembowelling a toy. And I bought her a new toy from B&M; that kept her amused long enough for me to cook and eat my dinner. Though buying a new toy every day is possibly a bit over the top..? So she seems to be becoming a little more ‘dog’ rather than ‘puppy’. (Was it the wise @TheHungryHungryLandsharkswho talks about that?)
On the other hand, last night I felt absolutely murderous. After a fine day of walks, training, playing etc etc, instead of settling down for the evening as she usually does, she started chewing the sofas. I tried all the (I think) correct things, but in the end I lost my rag, shouted and shut her out of the room. I felt a bit bad, but she is truly testing me. She’s also been really fighting the naps today, and that makes her more ratty.