|Stuart, a bit of a pudgy yellow lab is lying down on the left with Jam lying down on the right. Both are looking up at the camera.|
|Jammy taking a nap on the floor with his legs stretched out and touching his front paws with Stuart's back paws while Stuart is napping.|
|Jam lying on the kitchen floor with his head between Dana's feet.|
|Hoot the cat is at far left on the table top. Jam is at far right turning to look at the camera.|
Fortunately, the pillow was washable. Now, marking was one of things that I had highlighted as something we were working on with Jam and they would need to watch out for. However, Jam had, until this moment, never marked in the house. But this is one of those moments when you are listening to the story and as she gets to the part where Jam walks up to the pillow, in your head you go, "oh no, oh no, don't do it, don't do it." We are so sorry, Susan!
He didn't mark again, thank goodness.
|Jam relaxing on Susan's lovely wood floor, which he then scratched up in his eagerness to greet me.|
Susan and Brian were lovely though and said none of this. These descriptions are just me reading between the lines.
I remember a time when Fred and I were waiting for our first puppy and we puppysat for Tim or as we called him, Tim the Destroyer (name has been changed to protect the innocent!). Tim was a lovely black lab and was about two months from going back in for training. At the time, we were new and we really didn't get any instructions about Tim other then feeding and general info. Nothing special to watch for, nothing to work on. So, we were a little unprepared for the insane puppy that appeared.
Ah Tim. I still remember that you would NOT stay out of my yarn room. It was like doggie crack, calling your name. "Tim, come and eat me! Unroll me! Take me out of the bins and toss me around!" Tim could never be let off leash or off tie down. He would run immediately to the yarn room and wreak havoc. I still get a little shaky over the memories.
But Tim was sweet. He had a squishy, soft muzzle. He loved to cuddle. He walked well and he was a good eater with Willow and treated her well too. So, we were not scared away from puppy raising. Rather we learned that puppies, like children may not behave well when not around their parents. And try as we might to give a long list of instructions to warn of every possible scenario, we might miss one or two. What may save us though is our puppy's innate cuteness and sweet nature.
And the kind, forgiving nature of puppy raisers. For that we are ever grateful! Thank you to Dana's family and to Susan and Brian for taking such good care of our rowdy little Jam. It was comforting to know he was safe and well cared for.