Of course, this being me and all, it wasn’t quite that simple. 😀 Upon reaching the car we realized we hadn’t brought a towel to dry Ryder off with or a sheet to protect the back seat. *shakes head* So back down to the creek in a rocky spot to bathe the dog and then make sure he stayed out of the mud on the way back to the car. That kept the mess to a minimum. We’ll remember next time!
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A month ago, right before things went crazy around here again, Spider Bait and I managed to get Ryder to the State Park for the first time. The walk to the Mineral Springs would be an easy jaunt along and over and through a creek. The weather was gorgeous and with all the rain there would be plenty of flowing water to introduce him to.
More to come!
Going by the week, four weeks to a month, Ryder just turned six months old. By birth date, August 1st will see him six months old. My, how time flies when life is smacking you around. Despite no serious formal training other than housebreaking and some basic manners, he still has turned out to be a really good dog. Gotta love those Border Collies. They can’t help but learn things, taught or not. I can’t wait to see who he becomes as time goes by.
A picture opportunity presented itself tonight at dinner and I couldn’t help but grab it. Enjoy!
On a side note: For those of you following Le Tour De France, here is a cool video of the switchbacks on Lacets de Montvernier that the riders will be climbing today:
I thought it would be interesting to show the difference that only a few months can make in a puppy’s life. Ryder came to us at 7 weeks of age and was 9 lbs at 8 weeks of age. He is now 20 weeks old and 33 lbs. It is amazing how much he has grown!
I hope you enjoyed the past and present comparison. It certainly is astonishing how fast they grow!
If you’ve read the previous posts, you know I hadn’t planned on getting a puppy this soon and I was also questioning my sanity due to the workload puppies bring with them. But people in my life said Ryder showed up for a reason.
After Easter both my husband and I came down with the flu, courtesy of my son. And in the middle of that, I got a phone call. My brother had been taken to the hospital with 106 degree fever and abdominal pain. He was diagnosed as having not one but two types of cancer. One of which is terminal.
I can’t even begin to explain the Shock and the Anger and the Pain. Up till now he was a healthy active person. He had no warning. He’s only 52. This should not be happening.
I am a take charge, go after it, fix it, kind of person. But I can’t fix this. I can’t get rid of it. I can’t make it better. And I can’t protect my kids from this or make it better for them either. And as a mother, that’s just as bad as the cancer. I’ve been crying, I’m not sleeping well, and it’s such a struggle to do everyday things. But you know what? Puppies just keep on keepin’ on. They don’t know your life is falling apart. They just keep eating and sleeping and peeing and pooping and growing. Bundles of endless energy, enthusiasm, and happiness.
Irrationally there have been times I’ve wanted to yell at him for being happy all the time. I haven’t. I couldn’t. He doesn’t know any better. But with doom all around it’s hard to deal with chronic happiness dancing at your feet. But he doesn’t care. He’s a puppy who’s loving life and he insists with pig-headed stubbornness that I get up and live life as well. Or else.
My friend that has Ryder’s brother gave me a hug the other day and said, “See, you need this dog. You need the love.” And Ryder did actually manage to make me laugh out loud yesterday. Logically, I know it’s okay to be happy, but at the same time it also makes me feel bad. My brother is dying. Logically I know life goes on. But my brother is DYING. I’m sooo sad and sooo ANGRY.
But regardless of what I feel or what’s going on, whether I like it or not, whether I want to or not, there is this little Terror on four legs that is going to persistently drag me through every day. Maybe I really do need this furry bundle of endless energy, enthusiasm, and happiness.
As much as this was supposed to be a post about Ryder, it is also a post about reality biting me in the butt. Remember I mentioned in the first Ryder post how puppies are worse than human babies? Bringing a puppy into the house for the first time in over 30 years (my youngest in the past 30 some years was 6 months) was a major shock to the system. I’m a night person. I perk right up at about 10 or 11 p.m. But the Husband has to go to work in the a.m. So the puppy has to go to bed at a reasonable hour so that he is up with the Husband and getting fed the same time as the cats. He certainly isn’t going to go back to sleep and he can’t be left running around unsupervised. And it wouldn’t be fair leaving him in his crate for hours more waiting for me to crawl out of bed. And that certainly wouldn’t help his sleep schedule any. So that translates into mom, here, having to get up at what, for me, is an ungodly hour of the morning.
Getting a dog sooner than planned meant I hadn’t adjusted my sleep schedule back to a more day oriented routine. It was like getting thrown into rough water without a life jacket. I am a light sleeper and thus have a very low tolerance level for sleep deprivation. My inability to adjust quickly (i.e. go to f@#king sleep at night!!!) that first week was killing me. I couldn’t function. And I was getting mad at the dog for existing. I was ready to just give him away. I didn’t want him anymore. The hell with having a dog. I was shocked at how angry I was and how willing I was to consider getting rid of the dog. I was not in a good place.
As a result, the Husband is going into work an hour later at a more normal time so that I have extra time for sleep. (He normally likes to get in before anyone else so that he has peace and quiet to work undisturbed.) He is also handling the middle of the night trip to potty. Unlike me, he can fall back asleep in like 2 minutes and said it made no sense for me to keep trying to handle the potty trips. Which made me feel bad ’cause I’m the one who brought the dog home out of the blue with no prior setup for it. But, he was right. I’m still not sleeping well but the extra I get has taken me from insane to somewhat functional.
Something I’m sure everyone appreciates.
Despite the insanity, some things have gotten done and this second week I have been actually falling asleep by 12:30. Fingers crossed for continued improvement and attitude adjustment. It’s been really, really hard giving up my evenings. Here are some pictures from our first two weeks:
Hope you enjoyed the pictures!
Ryder: Day One
Full Disclosure: I have a very low tolerance for sleep deprivation. I have tried to make this coherent. If I have failed, sorry! 😀
Last fall we lost our dog to cancer. I knew eventually I would want another dog, but I was planning to wait till better weather. And I usually do shelter dogs, save a life. But this time I wanted a puppy, not a half-grown or grown dog. I have been dealing with abused animals literally for decades and this once I wanted to start from scratch and not be cleaning up other people’s messes. Jake, our last dog, took years to fix and I just didn’t want to risk going down that road again. Don’t get me wrong, Jake was a sweet and wonderful dog. But he was a ton of work with a lot of issues that had to be addressed.
So I wanted a clean (ish) slate. Something along the lines of a Shepherd/Lab cross or a Standard Poodle cross. Uh, huh. As I was looking around I discovered puppies from shelters were pricey. $150 to $300 depending on where you got them. Wow. And it was going to be tough to find a Shepherd/Lab cross at a shelter now. Why? Get this – they’re designer dogs now! Shepradors they’re called. And they are not cheap either. Who knew?
In the meantime, a friend had decided she wanted a Border Collie. She knew someone who had one and was put in touch with the breeder. Finally the pups were born and she went to check them out and pick one. She showed me pictures of a bunch of really sweet puppies. I noticed a reddish guy. She got a cutey with a half black / half white face.
Earlier last week I received a text from her. Apparently the reddish pup was returned (don’t ask – craziness) and couldn’t he find a home with me? I hemmed and hawed, should I or shouldn’t I, I wouldn’t be rescuing anyone, I was going to wait till later, I wanted a bigger dog, etc… I was going to say “no” but then I asked myself, “A month from now are you going to look back and regret not at least going to look at him?” So I caved and went to see him.
What did I find? Border Collies outside, Mom dog and 3? 4? Jack Russell Terriers, and a couple of preschool aged kids sharing space. Bedlam. Sort of. No one was causing trouble, just a lot of noise and activity. And a little puppy just doing his thing around everyone else. Mom was delighted to have company, i.e. a new play buddy. She danced up to me with her preferred fetch item and threw it for me to catch. And even though we were playing fetch in the livingroom, no furniture or people were knocked over. And mom had no problem with a complete stranger handling her. Eventually I got down on the floor and started playing with the puppy; and handled and pushed and pulled. He’s definitely going to be an independent little cuss, but he was a good guy. So I sucked in a deep breath and said I’d take him. *head desk*
Did you know that I haven’t had any dogs under 6 months of age since my teens? That’s more than one or two decades ago. And having baby critters is worse than having baby humans around. Baby humans can’t squeeze themselves into impossibly tiny places. And baby humans don’t have the ‘tooth power’ that baby critters have. So when baby critters put things in their mouth, they tend to shred them.
All babies have a tendency to over extend themselves. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to still have all that excess energy?!
That’s all for now. It’s been a long six days. Reality has jumped up and bit me on the butt. Did I mention I don’t do mornings? *head desk* But I’ll post about that later. Yaaaaawwwn.