Raising a Puppy: 39th week in his new home
A day in the life with Bruno the Boxer puppy. Bruno's 39th week—45 weeks old, 84 pounds, 24 1/2 inches from the ground to the highest point of the shoulders (the withers).
A day in the life with Bruno the Boxer puppy. Bruno's 39th week—45 weeks old, 84 pounds, 24 1/2 inches from the ground to the highest point of the shoulders (the withers).
10 months old.
Bruno has become quite the guard dog. Sometimes I would wonder, because he does not bark when the mailman or UPS truck comes down the lane, or when a friend pulls up at the house for a visit. But today the roofer came to look at our roof. To Bruno that was not right and he let us know with his howl of a bark. Someone was on the ROOF! And he didn't let up until we let him outside to see what was going on. Then he greeted the roofer very happily and stopped barking at the ladder pitched against the house with men walking on the roof. Seems he accepts a lot of strange things, strange cars, etc., but he's still on guard and I am glad.
"Bruno, leave it." the cats caught a mouse and ate half of it, leaving the other half on the porch.
Nice, huh?
Bruno found a golf ball and chewed it. Not a good toy. We'll have to keep them away from him. There are golf balls all over the property. Apparently the prior owner of this land used to hit balls into the fields just for fun and Bruno keeps finding them.
Bruno puked up a mess of egg shells. Bruno, you must have gotten down into the chicken yard, ‘cause you sure don't know how to open the refrigerator. The last time I remember having smashed eggs down there was when I fed the leftover Easter eggs to the peacocks and chickens. That means those eggs were at least a week old. Bruno, no wonder you puked them up! Gross!
The ferrier came to do the horses feet. Bruno, I see you eyeing those horse hoof shavings, "No. leave it!"
Bruno, I mean it, leave it! I see you eyeing that hoof shaving. If you eat horse hooves you'll puke again, just like you did with the egg shells. There's only so much puke one can handle, ya know?!
Every time Bruno goes for a hoof shaving I say "Leave it!" and he walks away from that one piece. He knows he is not allowed to chew that piece, however there are hundreds of pieces lying around from both horses and he does not understand I mean leave all of it alone. He goes after another one. The best thing to do is to sweep it up while the ferrier works. "Bruno, leave it, you darn pup!"
Bruno's friend Darley the 13-week-old Beagle mix puppy came over for a long hike in the woods.
They ran around like crazy enjoying the woods and fields.
Bruno and Darley stop for a drink at the pond runoff.
Hey Bruno, wait for me! Darley, you can't go in there, it's over your head.
Bruno cooling off in the water. Get a load of that tongue!
Bruno ran around so much his face was slobbered up. Oh my gosh, the tongue! Bruno, I seriously think you have tongue issues.
Now Bruno, I don't think Darley's mommy Erica appreciates you sharing your slobber with her. Anyone got a paper towel?
Oh yes, I was right, tongue issues. Bruno, you’re only 10 1/2 months old. Anyone know at what age a dog’s tongue stops growing?
"Listen kid, you keep following me around and I get all excited. Then I try and play with you, and I'm so big and you’re so small Mommy tells me to leave you alone. So I do, then you come running again. Can't I just pounce on you one time, huh, just once? I think you’re more fun than the cats ‘cause you don't have claws. What do you say, kid?"
"No Bruno, leave it!"
