Is he eating? Yes! He's gained more than a pound as of late last week, and is powering through his healthy puppy food daily. According to the packaging, he should be eating about a cup of food a day. He's definitely doing that, and tips the scales at 4.5 lbs (as of last week, still). Also, in the grand tradition of all the dogs I've loved, he has already developed a love for treats.
Is he pottying? Well, of course. One follows the other, right? But of more importance, is he pottying where he should? Again, yes! It's been days since we've had an accident in the house. He goes outside for everything, and is comfortable now just going outside to hang out. He's gotten used to the house and how we all work. But all this is with the doggy door flap taped open. Wednesday, we'll do some more training, and get him to use the door properly. He's big enough now to push it open.
Is he sleeping? Indeed. He's still penned up at night, but that's only because I can't have the doggy door taped open all night so he could have access to the backyard. Once he learns the door, he'll have freedom of the downstairs all night. With that, no more pen in my house, except to block the stairs. He's able to hold his poops all night now, but the midnight and early-morning pees happen on a puppy pad we put in the pen at night.
Is he going upstairs? My god, you guys, he is super fast running up the stairs. The problem is that he isn't going down the stairs. This is a problem, of course, due to the backyard access being only available downstairs. Until he masters the stairway in both directions, his time upstairs is incredibly limited, and very supervised.
Is he playing? I have toys all over my floor, and I love it. Squeaky toys are so great to him, and he's enamored with tennis balls. Also, he brings leaves and rocks in from the backyard to chew on.
Is he barking? Nope, not really. He growls a lot at his toys though, which is the best sound ever.
Is he chewing on stuff? Well, that seems like a no-brainer. Of course he is. He's a puppy! He's discovered Sydney's and Brian's flip flops, so they are now in a bin by the door rather than just sitting out on the floor. He's chewed on the basket holding the throws in the living room, but has lost interest since he always gets yelled at when he goes over there. He's attempted to get into our shoes, but they're still a bit too big for him. He loves his chewy toys though, because I knew I had to get him something that he could chew on, and because they taste like chicken.
Is he loved? Beyond. We're quite smitten, and he's a rock star. The fact that he's picked up the potty training so quickly makes me like him even more. And he's going to be quite the lovebug, I think. At least that's what I'm nurturing.
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