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I'm tired

 Having a puppy is definitely like having an infant, except puppies are mobile.  Constantly.  Potty training is a nightmare so far.  He piddles everywhere and because he is so close to the ground i don't know if he's peeing or just standing there until he walks away and "whoops there it is".......ughhhhh

Everyone has advice.  Yesterday when i arrived home he greeted me at the door.  How?  Because he had busted out of the gate i had up blocking him into the very pee proof and puppy safe kitchen.  I hadn't locked the latch and this puppy figured it out.

Smart ass.

So today, i made sure it was latched and locked.  If he is anything like Miyagi, he will literally crawl over the top of the gate and drop himself over to freedom.  If he DOES do that, he has earned it.  I'm more worried about his safety than my floors.  Floors can be cleaned.  OVER AND OVER again.  

We've been working on the biting.  I take his collar and tell him to "settle" and when he stop squirming i tell him he's a good boy and give him a treat.

This is supposedly to get him to associate settling with being a good thing.  If he goes nuts and twists and turns i pick him up and hold him against my chest with my hand holding his head to my chest until he stop resisting.

Are these trainers sure about all this?

It does appear to be working.....He has been tearing the shit out of his toys but has only been mouthing at my hands without actually biting as often.  while we play i tell him "gentle" "good boy Koda"...he's so friggen cute.  To me.  I don't want others hating him because i don't train him right.

The older lady in my neighborhood who i talk to occasionally is a busy body racist.  I chalk it up to her age and the fact that she' an old maid white lady.  When i see her i try to avoid her now, but yesterday she caught me and started talking about the neighbors "from other countries" and shaking her head.  

I'm not one to tolerate this shit.  I also know she isn't listening to any corrections so when she was saying something about how "they" don't train their dogs and how she had to complain again........i shook my head and said "I don't understand people who don't have pets.  It's like they have a missing link or something" and i smiled.  It went over her head or she chose to ignore it.........i think it went over her head.  Maybe she'll think on it.  She has no pets.  

Still no key.  Not asking again.  Mr. Cigar will pop up when he feel the timing is prime.  His gf has stopped trying to make me her bestie due to her not needing to anymore.  Relief.  That is a whole lot of toxic over there at that house.  Have at it.

I'm pulling into my cocoon licking my wounds and healing my stupidity.  Everything is about Koda and work now.

Yesterday i talked to the Director of the department i'm going to be part of as of July 1st when the fiscal year ends.  He is excited that i will be available to him.  I guess my new boss is looking out for me after all.  I don't know if he ever knew i was interviewing elsewhere.  All of that is off the table now as things are starting to take shape.  I need to be busy, valuable, effective......i'm not a seat warmer.


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