Puppyhood: Year Two, Day Thirty

It’s been a long time since I featured a post on the Puppyhood tag. A long time. Like…over a year, apparently. But I wanted to take a moment for anyone who really enjoyed keeping up with that content or is in general just sort of curious as to how my fur son has been doing. (more…)

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Puppyhood: Year One, Day One

I never believed we’d actually make it this far.  I never believed that one year ago when we got Flynn, when he was barking at us, nipping at us, driving us to the point of tearful hysterics, that we would have lasted one whole year–but we did.

As much as he’s driven me crazy, as many times as I’ve felt that we may have made a mistake picking him or having a dog altogether, I’m thankful for the turd.   (more…)

Puppyhood: Day Three Hundred and Thirty-Four

It has been about four months to the day that I have written a post about the Flynn pup.  This opens up a number of lingering questions that I haven’t been asked, but could very well have been asked if anyone was actually reading what I was writing: what happened to him? How old is he now? Did he finally escape to impose his puppy will upon an unsuspecting and frankly ill-equipped populace? Well… (more…)

Puppyhood: Day Two-Hundred and Twelve

I imagine when I say what I’m going to say it will strike a chord in parents immediately:

Have you ever been afraid–not for yourself, but for your child, in a very sudden way, where one minute you’re calm, but everything changes, and the adrenaline’s pumping, and your child is making noises that make you afraid for how okay they are, and you’re running, you’re running, throwing on shoes, grabbing a bazooka, and heading out the door to face whatever unknown is out there? (more…)