Some friends went out of town this weekend and we offered to watch their five-month-old puppy, Cooper. In the last two days, I have remembered how much puppies are like babies: they're cute, but man, they're a lot of work! (Just guessing on the babies part, obviously.)Friday night was complete insanity (think two boisterous dogs running sprints around our main level -- we didn't even eat dinner until 10:30), Saturday was a bit more tempered, and today I hesitate to say it seems calm. I think they've just worn each other out. Still, any thoughts I ever had about getting another dog have been entirely put to rest.
It's been funny to spend so much time with another dog that is so different than Lucy. She's super-timid, hates loud noises, and her definition of "playing" is chasing something around in circles. Cooper is much more bold and isn't afraid of anything--he sent something clattering to the floor and it didn't faze him while Lucy made a beeline in the opposite direction--and he loves to bite at Lucy's ears and tail. (She is not amused.)
Minus the ear-biting part, Lucy does like having her new buddy around. The past two mornings, she has walked over to the room where we keep Cooper's crate and sits outside it until we go in and get him. I think she enjoys the constant entertainment that another dog brings. But I have a feeling when Cooper goes home this afternoon, she'll be happy to take a nap without worrying about a puppy yanking on her tail. And I'll get out the mop. After having two rambunctious dogs in the house, my floors are disgusting!
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