This is a blog about our dog, Shep, and how we learned to be dog parents. Here is his little face wondering if you have a treat in your pocket somewhere.
I'm Mary, and I've had dogs most of my life, but never really been responsible for their upbringing - frankly, my mother was much more motivated and experienced than I was. Erin, my compatriot in this endeavor, has never had a dog before, so we're both learning.
Shep is a shelter puppy, around ten months old by anyone's best guess. He's part Australian Shepherd (probably) and possibly part German Shepherd. According to Erin's friend who is a vet, this means he is "very intelligent, very active, and a little neurotic" - perfect for us. We had intended to get another dog entirely, from a different shelter in a different city (because if we were going to get a dog, might as well rescue one from a fate of death rather than paying out the nose for a pedigree, since all we cared about was that our dog love us and have a better life than he would have), but then we met Shep at the Farmer's Market, only an hour or so after our landlord told us we could have a dog. He sniffed our coffee cups and rolled over for belly rubs, and it was love.
He's definitely suited to us. He came home with a respiratory infection (a common problem in this allergy-ridden household) and a penchant for lying in the sun for hours (just like me!). He loves the smell of coffee and tries to drink out of bottles. At first, he was afraid of his squeaky toys and whined whenever they made a noise, but now he just goes to town. He's also smart enough to know exactly what we want him to do and just how to get away with not doing it (pretending not to hear is a favorite). But he was housebroken by the time a week went by, he learned his name and how to sit on the very first day, and I think we're making a good start on learning what is and what isn't permissible.
We figured we'd blog about our experiences as first time dog parents. This way, the next time we pick up a pet, we'll remember what we're getting into. As my mother said, having an older puppy is probably good experience for having teenagers. I told her this makes me never want to have children, and she laughed.
Life is definitely more amusing with a dog around. Just this afternoon, he was chewing on something with that expression that said he knew it was something he shouldn't have. I pried open his mouth and surprise! - the squeaker from the toy hot dog his auntie brought him. It's a silent hot dog now, and from that comes the name of this blog. So enjoy, advise, and be entertained by his puppy antics.
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