This is our puppy, Emma.
Emma is 12 weeks old. She’s a cocker spaniel and lab mix. Tonight we went to the second week of puppy class at our local Petsmart. Last week she did really well with her “sit” and “here” and “spin” and “watch me”, this week is going to be a lot more work for us (and by “us”, I mean mostly me and Andrew). Learning “Loose leash” walking is hard. It’s frustrating for us, frustrating for Emma, involves lots of starting and stopping and getting tangled in the leash and lots and LOTS of treats. The poor girl has a stomachache after tonight’s class.
We’ve had Emma right at a month, and she is so much fun. A puppy is a challenge, we knew that before we got her, but she’s such a fun challenge. So far (knock on wood) she hasn’t torn up anything except some junk mail and a roll of paper towels. I know the “chewing” stage will come. Hopefully my shoes will survive.
Andrew couldn’t come with Emma and me to puppy class tonight, he had his own classwork to do. He started graduate school a couple weeks ago working towards his MBA (and from there, his CPA license). Lately I’m feeling like we’re never going to get to a point in our lives where we can just enjoy what we have and each other without working towards some goal. But then I talk to my friends who are in a place like that in their lives and it just seems so boring. It makes me thankful for all that we have, challenges and all.