Two Week Notice

Observations:

Embry came home two weeks ago today. She already seems taller, though still small by "Labrador Standards". We're not worried, however. We've increased her food to 1/2 cup three times a day. No idea where she stuffs all of that food, but she certainly wolfs it down just as fast as her elders. Embry definitely likes to eat. Dog food, leaves, grass, sticks, mulch, furniture, small children...she has quite the voracious appetite. It's impressive, really, as are the ensuing belches. That's my little girl!

Today, she discovered she can squeeze under the deck. At first, we started to chase her, then realized it was too late; all we could do is wait for her to come back out, which she did after only a few minutes. No cause for alarm. She also likes to explore the vastness of the backyard, and run into chairs on the deck while attempting to navigate them. Coordination is a skill still to be learned.

Embry still pees more than anything I've ever seen, but that's puppy. The "leaking", on the other hand, seems to have stopped. She goes to the vet tomorrow, so I'm hopeful we can officially put to rest the idea of ectopic ureter.

She also needs to learn to stop launching at us like a rattlesnake. She sits down, makes eye contact, coils, then springs, with canine incisors exposed and seemingly glistening with puppy venom. She strikes with reckless abandon, latching onto your clothing with a vice-like grip and shaking her head ferociously, just as her ancestors felled the magnificent antelope on the vast plains of the Serengeti. All exaggeration aside, this is one habit that needs breaking immediately because she bites like an angry badger.

We also look forward to Embry meeting one of her cousins tomorrow. Brock is two weeks older than Embry, though considerably larger. Not to fear: our little girl is fearless and used to being knocked around by bigger dogs. It builds character! Brock is quite the handsome fellow and we are excited to see how they get along.

Another nice change is that Embry has all but stopped screaming at night in her crate. We moved her crate from one corner to another (in order to accommodate Traz's Dog Jail)...and apparently she likes her new corner better. She still loves to pee and poop in her crate, then jump around in it like Jennifer Grey in "Dirty Dancing", but she will grow out of that. We hope. I mean, Jennifer Grey was pretty hot in that movie...from what I remember after waking up...

Number of Days Without an Accident: Zero

Today, I'm Bleeding From: My right index finger.

Number of Leaves Eaten Today: Five

Current Interests:

Traz Dog is pretty cool. He is still the only dog who plays with me, but he lets me try to eat his face and hang from his collar. I guess as role models go, I can do a lot worse. I love how he gets things off the counters for me to chew on. Have to remember that one...

I also really like teeth. Teeth can be used to chew on zippers and shirt collars. And chins. And hair. And leaves (LOVE leaves). And the soles of shoes. And pillows. And the arm strap of laptop cases. And the new dog bed. And, oddly enough, just chewing on the flat wall provides some mind-numbing enjoyment, though not as much as the corners. And the fleshy part of necks. And wrists. And ankles. And what's left of my (now de-stuffed) goose. I like teeth. I think I shall use them more often.

The Other Dogs are Currently:

Darcy............*yawn* "So, when's dinner?"

Sophie..........."You are dead to me."

Tank Man......."Keep those teeth away from my ears and I think we'll be ok."

Traz.............."Me like puppy. Puppy taste gooood. Puppy tastes of food bits."