Secondly, according to my parents, Leroi's name isn't really Leroi; it's Snoop Dogg. They think they're funny. I'll be Skyping with them or chatting on the phone with them and they go "how's Snoop Dogg?" Real cool, guys.
Thirdly, Andrew and I were lucky. He's a very good boy. He's in his chewing phase because he's teething, so basically that means that if you have toes or fingers, be careful. He's obsessed with his "baby;" a squeaky wiener dog toy we got at Petsmart. He barked at me the other morning, which he doesn't really know how to do. He was getting mad at me because he didn't want to go inside, he wanted to stay outside to bite the leaves and flowers. He barked and it floored him. He just sat there looking at me, looking around, probably thinking "what the hell was that?" It was really cute.
He still hasn't gotten down the potty-trained thing yet. For instance, last night, he drank a lot of water before he fell asleep. A lot. I woke him up to take him potty where he peed like a racehorse. Two hours later, after I had gone to sleep as well, he started crying so I went to get him to take him out, because usually he cries when he needs to potty. Yes, he needed to potty. Again. He pretty much peed all over the place. It's fun being a parent. Let me tell ya.
But seriously, he is a really good boy. We know his pooping and peeing habits, we are starting to get the hang of noticing the signs he gives when he needs to potty, he follows us when we're outside and he's doesn't chew on anything he shouldn't other than your toes and fingers. We're trying to train him that biting is not okay, so we say "OUCH!" and hand him a new toy. He has learned to get in and out of bed on his own. He couldn't do it at first because he's so small, but now he just kind of drags his hind legs as he pushes himself in and out.
Oh, he had his first health exam on Monday morning. Oh my god. It was so sad. I was holding him when we got into the office because it's said to not let your puppy walk on the floor until he's been properly vaccinated. The moment we walked in, he was buried in my neck, curled up like a ball, wouldn't move. When we got into the exam room, I didn't put him on the table right away because I didn't want him to be even more scared, so I just sat down and held him and he continued to sit in my neck. The nurse came in and "oooh'd and awww'd" and then she stuck a thermometer up his butt. The look on his face... it was awful. He started shaking and he didn't want to move so his paws kept sliding on the table until he looked like a flattened pancake. It was terrible. My poor puppy was molested. But, we found out that he weighs 4.8 pounds, a real big boy, I know. He's healthy and ready to be leash-trained and blah blah blah. We are trying the leash thing, but as far as he's concerned, it's a chew toy. But that's okay, he'll get used to it.
What else? Oh, he's way more playful. His playtime gradually gets extended, which is nice because he will sleep longer. He's a big fan of playing in the grass, where he finds sticks, pinecones, and flowers to chew on. He loves the pinecones though. It scares me to watch him because the pine cone is about as big as his head, but he just sits there gnawing on it like it's no big deal. Same with his tennis ball. He can't fit it in his mouth, so he grabs the fuzzy part to where he can carry it around, but he eventually trips over it because it's too big. His puppy feet kill me; he's still finding them.
Anyway, that's the update on Leroi. Andrew and I decided that we should crate-train him. My parents offered to bring the crate that Chester never used to see if that would be good for Leroi, so we'll see how that goes. I'm off to do massive loads of homework now. I have my first midterm tomorrow, too. Lovely.
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