Tired…

Neither Sailor Boy nor I have been getting much sleep. At first we tried Rio tethered to the bed (per the German-Shepherd-training Monks of New Skete), but I kept waking up every hour to make sure she hadn’t strangled herself with the leash. Then we tried letting her sleep in her crate next to her bed, which I loved, because I knew she was safe in there, and also, I thought it gave her a more relaxed, restful night. But Sailor Boy kept waking up every hour to see if she was restless or needed to go out, and said he couldn’t see her inside her crate as easily as he could when she was just out in the open. I still think the crate idea is the best, even if it takes me being on patrol duty instead of SB.

So since I got the good night’s sleep last night, it’s my job today to go grocery shopping and finish packing up our old apartment. The moving process has been made very difficult by the fact that the week we moved, our apartment had a HUGE fire in the garage, so the area where you throw stuff away is off limits, and they’ve made us move all our cars while they pressure wash the entire place. Which meant I moved my china out in a SEA of sooty mud the other day. My cool slip on sneakers are destroyed.

So that makes two pair of shoes destroyed this week. Oh, yeah. Rio’s a chewer. SB and I have the marks on our noses, ears, feet, and hands to prove it.

Still, she’s a doll face. A dollface with very sharp little milk teeth. We have been working very hard on convincing her what she can and cannot eat. We’ve got a house filled with chew toys to hand to her whenever she starts getting mouthy with a “forbidden” item. She’s already discovered the two best places to sleep in the kitchen: over the AC vents. She’s mad about a peanut-butter filled kong (though we have learned a lesson about giving her one too late at night, lest we bear the wrath of Hyper-puppy!), and she has already made friends with all our new neighbors. Today, SB and I took her over to a nearby park and played hide and seek with her in the jungle gym. I can’t believe she already knows her name! She loves to come running to us. She follows SB wherever he goes, and whines every time he’s out of sight. She loves other dogs and children. She loves to chase and be chased when it comes to other dogs. She loves frisbees.

So between Rio and writing, my house is still in boxes. Unfortunately, we knocked over one last night and broke a whole bunch of our dishes. YIKES!

Right, back to packing…