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My boy arrived a fuzzy bundle of pup and we started our life together with visions of perfect puppy dancing in my head.
Then, in the first 4 weeks I thought I would never see the light. He was a living landshark with an attitude to match. We had to pick him up and carry him with a towel to save our very arms. My forearms looked like they were sandpaper victims, they ached day in and day out from all the teeth damage. He went for our feet then our thighs the our waists. Pants got holes. There were days I would shake my head, wonder what I had gotten into AGAIN as I fought the puppy shark to even pet him and I would come to these forums for support that this too would end. The breeder said keep working....it surely will get better.
Well, my boy is now going on 5 months old. Sure he mouths now and then when he disagrees and those teeth which are changing over are still sharp, but the towel days are gone and the marks and aching scratched skin with it. He tries to grab things on tables, but a quick "eh eh" brings it to a stop. Sure we still protect the leather in the car with towels....but hey he hasnt been on earth that long!!!
Bare feet have started to return to the house, he is spending less time in the xpen and all of a sudden I realized that he is coming into his own.
Gone was the tiny little body of razor sharp teeth teeth making my every hour a stressing challenge where sometimes I would scream in exasperation and frustration.
Here now was a budding adolescent whose entire body wags at the site of me whose face looks at me with more confidence and more pride.
In 10 weeks my boy is becoming everything I had hoped for. Beauty, strength and balanced.
I hope that I remember in the future all the pain of the first 10 weeks and remember that it too slowly comes to an end as your pup grows.
And I know he will one day be the majestic dog looking over my family in silent pride.
So for all of you starting out your puppy journey thinking will it ever pass screaming out in frustration. It does.
So here is my boy, after a long day.
Here is the boy (now almost 5 months old) that I love more than life itself.
Then, in the first 4 weeks I thought I would never see the light. He was a living landshark with an attitude to match. We had to pick him up and carry him with a towel to save our very arms. My forearms looked like they were sandpaper victims, they ached day in and day out from all the teeth damage. He went for our feet then our thighs the our waists. Pants got holes. There were days I would shake my head, wonder what I had gotten into AGAIN as I fought the puppy shark to even pet him and I would come to these forums for support that this too would end. The breeder said keep working....it surely will get better.
Well, my boy is now going on 5 months old. Sure he mouths now and then when he disagrees and those teeth which are changing over are still sharp, but the towel days are gone and the marks and aching scratched skin with it. He tries to grab things on tables, but a quick "eh eh" brings it to a stop. Sure we still protect the leather in the car with towels....but hey he hasnt been on earth that long!!!
Bare feet have started to return to the house, he is spending less time in the xpen and all of a sudden I realized that he is coming into his own.
Gone was the tiny little body of razor sharp teeth teeth making my every hour a stressing challenge where sometimes I would scream in exasperation and frustration.
Here now was a budding adolescent whose entire body wags at the site of me whose face looks at me with more confidence and more pride.
In 10 weeks my boy is becoming everything I had hoped for. Beauty, strength and balanced.
I hope that I remember in the future all the pain of the first 10 weeks and remember that it too slowly comes to an end as your pup grows.
And I know he will one day be the majestic dog looking over my family in silent pride.
So for all of you starting out your puppy journey thinking will it ever pass screaming out in frustration. It does.
So here is my boy, after a long day.
Here is the boy (now almost 5 months old) that I love more than life itself.
