I wish I could start this post by saying that I have been insanely busy and just do not ever have time to blog, but that's not entirely true. I have been busy, but most of it is chalked up to just not feeling like writing. I guess it's about time I get over it and start again. I don't want to write because I "have to," I want to do it because I want to, and I just haven't felt like it lately. But anyways.
I will spare you all of the "catching up" that I could do, and just start from now.
I don't know how to put it delicately, but Dante has pretty much been a pain in the neck lately. I know it's just his age, but man does this pup have an attitude! I do love Dante, but right now he's pretty hard to like. He has spent a considerable amount of time in his crate lately. And I am thankful for my awesome mother who has taken him for me more than once so I could get a break from him. I think it's one of those times when you're like "if I could just get a couple days away from you, I'd like you a heck of a lot better when you get back!"
I don't want to make this blog a place for venting or complaining, but puppy raising is not all sunshine and roses. And it's the truth so I don't want to keep it out either.
The one thing that I have noticed is that it is only at home that he is so bad. He has great manners almost all the time when out in public, but when we get home he heads South. I think it is maybe because he does not have the same level of expectation for behavior at home then when out. No, I don't let him get away with stealing things and being a maniac, but he usually is loose and free to do pretty much what he wants: play with toys, sleep, etc. But he's not "controlled" by me. Or at least he doesn't think so. So he will get really sassy and think he doesn't have to listen to what I (or anyone in the house) tells him to do. Today he spent a good part of the day on-leash (gentle leader and all). he was a little better, but man, does he put up a fight when he's not in the mood to listen.
Patience, patience, Hannah. This too shall pass. . .