Asali’s first 2 months

First night home, 3 AM, I smelt something. Ironically, Angie was slightly awake (she’s a good sleeper), but I guess we were both sleeping light. Angie didn’t smell anything and we decided to try to go back to sleep rather than teach Asali she could get us up anytime she wanted in the night. By 4 AM, we realized our decision was a mistake:  it was time to get to work.

To get Asali (the dog that had never been in a house) into the house, up the stairs, outside to pee and into her Bungalow (aka, crate) for bed, we had to use some treats. We used lots of treats, and cooked chicken breast and by 4am, it had worked its way thru and out, in an explosive form.

There were more firsts to be experienced: outside in the dark on a leash, shower time, towel drying, bungalow cleaning and new bed and collar washing.

Oh yeah, rug cleaning. Did I mention after the first shower of her life and being dried off, she ran over to the office rug (we have an open plan house) and had diarrhea, again? 3 times. Guess we didn’t think to puppy proof the house. 

A while later, living room rug rolled up and put away (we learn quickly), it was time for coffee as Asali slept on her other bed. Welcome to the world of having a puppy. At least she slept well then. 

It’s a good thing she was so cute and sweet, because the cleanup was NOT awesome. 

Early morning local news is just strange, have you ever noticed that? Glad we don’t get to see much of it.

So just like a baby, the first poop is the hardest, and we moved on.

Quickly she became part of our family and got introduced to the neighborhood. She’s happy to meet all dogs, but was still not sure about humans. 

Back at home, what the hell is with that disappearing door? Yes, the garage door was very unsettling. 

Specialty help was required. Mainly for us, as Aunty Tonya, Owner & lead trainer of diamonds in the ruff, is the conduit to translate words into Asali / dog language. Tonya tells Asali what we want her to do  in a way Asali understands it, so we then learn, and sometimes, visa versa. She now is toilet trained, and goes to the back door when she needs to go out. 

That said, she will only enter her Bungalow with either good treats or a Kong full of goodies. And even though she easily puts on her harness, she won’t do it without a treat. Who’s training who here? 

Adoption papers have been signed, which was never a question. She’s recovered well from her spay operation without having to wear the cone of shame. I think she said thank you for that one.