Well, Pippa the Pup has come to live with me and so far things seem to be going okay considering the poor dog was just taken away from her mother and siblings.
I had checked with the family where she was born to make sure that they
didn't have anything going on Friday and scheduled to pick her up around
7:30. I was told that time was fine and no, they didn't have any plans
for Friday which worked out well because I needed to mow the lawn and
pick up a new toilet seat (another story for another day) before getting
the dog. As luck would have it, my yard was super thick and required me
mowing it twice and long story short, I was running way behind
schedule. I called the family and they were planning to come in to town
to go out for dinner so they were sweet to bring Pippa in to town and
met me in the parking lot at Lowe's.
The first night went okay, but not great. to be honest, I wasn't too
fired up about getting her and was kind of reluctant about having her
around. She stayed real close to me while we were sitting on the couch
and when I went to bed, I put her in bed with me. At some point during
the night, she got a little rambunctious and so I decided to try out the
crate. Not long after putting her in there, she started whining and
then kind of went berserk. I got up to see what all the fuss was about
afraid that the crate might collapse on her as crazy as she was acting.
As it turns out, she had pooped in the crate and then apparently stepped
or sat in it which did not sit too well with her because she then began
jumping around like a wild child and got poop everywhere. So, at 2:00
a.m. I was bathing her and cleaning the crate. I let her sleep with me
the rest of the night and she did okay.
Saturday morning I took her to the vet and she got her first shots and a
de-wormer; of course the vet had to mention what a good dog the Tide
was which started the waterworks. After the vet visit, we went by my
parents' house so they could see her. I still wasn't too fired up about
her at the time; but they all liked her. She and Scout just kind of had a
stare off and didn't really do much else.
Saturday afternoon Justin came by to help with a cookout I was having
that night and Pippa pretty much just laid by him and slept (as did he)
while I got some things ready for the cookout and took a bath (being
clean is important, y'all!). At the cookout she entertained the masses
and also did some napping on a blanket in the yard. She slept with me
again that night and since I have to get up for a potty break in the
middle of the night (I have the smallest bladder ever), I just let her
out then too and that seemed to work out well.
Sunday morning I left her in the crate while I went to church and when I
came home she was laying in it being quiet, but I discovered she had in
fact pooped inside, but thankfully had not jumped all in it. Sunday
night she also stayed in the crate while I went to church and there were
no issues that evening. All in all, I think it was probably a pretty
good first weekend for the little gal. I'm sure she was kind of scared
and nervous and I still wasn't too keen on the idea of a new dog. I will
say she has grown on me since I first got her and I think she will be a
pretty good dog.