A new boy is in my life.
To be clear, no old boy is being replaced, in case you were wondering.
This youngster is challenging my tranquility and consumes way, way, way more time than I had anticipated. Babies demand constant oversight, and at 76 my attention span is not what it once was, to say nothing of my diminishing patience.
Let me introduce you to Chico, the new adoptee occupying the major part of my days and nights.
He needed a home, and I wanted a roommate, so a match was made within minutes.
It has been 18 years since I have shared space with a puppy, and my late husband took on the responsibility of parenting Chili. Housebreaking, endless playtime, scratched arms, and acceptable behavior training fell to him. After all, he had raised two humans so he had an abundance of experience I lacked.
I’m not equating dog rearing and child raising, but aren’t there a few similar rules that apply to both? That was my excuse for dumping the tending tasks at Jack’s feet, thus avoiding most of the work involved with puppy schooling.
It is payback time. I alone am responsible for this 10 week old wire-haired Dachshund, and I’m on a learning and teaching fast track.
I do feel like a bigamist. I left Chili in La Grange
with the family living in my home. She is nearing her 18th birthday and the stress of uprooting her from Texas to Mexico seemed cruel. Besides going into Mexico might not have been an obstacle, but when coming back across the border ICE might have taken her, put her in a cage, never to be reunited.
This means I have a doglet child in San Miguel de Allende, and an old doglet state-side. Managing two families is tricky!
I will keep you updated on the progress, or lack of, being made with this rambunctious little one as we learn to live in peace and look forward to nap time.