Update on #21: Train Whisper. Oy.

This is more of an update to the "Oy" part than the "train Whisper" bit.

I'm frustrated. Really the only one to blame is myself, but it's been a frustrating weekend with Whisper. I dearly love the little guy and the sentiment that I keep saying to him is, "it's a good thing you're so cute" but the cuteness factor is losing its luster. It's time to make some changes and follow through on what I've been saying for awhile now. He needs more play time than I can give him right now since it gets dark so early still. He needs some discipline and I need lots of help in setting up those boundaries and help with the follow through.

He pulls on his leash while going for a walk. He chews on everything. Seriously. He would put Tigger to shame with the bouncing. He's taken to barking frequently, and loudly. Generally, it's all part of having a puppy, but at some point he's got to grow up and that time, my friends, has arrived.

He doesn't know what he's in for (insert evil laugh).

By the end of February:
*Whisper will be joining Puppy Camp (doggy day care) for at least one day a week until Spring hits and we can get to the dog park during the week and more frequently.
*Whisper and I will be participating in some sort of structured training.

Oh, and while we're at it, let's do a quick rundown of Whisper related numbers:
3: number of people he has made bleed from "playing"
11: number of times he has pooped inside (most of this happened when I was sick and could barely function, let alone take a dog outside for extended periods of time)
6: number of leashes that have been chewed through
2: number of baseboards chewed
6: number pairs of ruined shoes
3: number pairs of gloves chewed

It doesn't end there, but for my sanity I should stop.


Donations accepted. Please make checks payable to me with "whisper fund" in the memo line.



p.s. I know you can't tell from this post, but I actually love the little guy. *sigh* Reminds me of Marley and Me and their "clearance puppy".