Jasper has been here for almost a week now and I am still struggling to quite describe how it’s been. In truth, it has probably been the very cacophony of emotions and experiences that I read about before we settled on adding a puppy to our partnership.
I can say with some certainty, though, that he has settled in easily and seems to enjoy his new surroundings. To say we met him in a sawdust-covered brick pen in an outhouse, that isn’t a great surprise.
His first few days have been full, and, at turns, fun and frustrating in equal measure. He is energetic without being boisterous and every bit as intelligent as I was led to believe. He has picked up crate-training, toileting outside, and responding to his name incredibly well, albeit on a basic level. The hard work comes in the consistency!
On which note, perhaps the most illuminating part of the experience so far is what we’ve learned about ourselves. I am definitely the firmer of us, which means I often play Bad Cop to Andrew’s Good Cop. It has been discussed – a lot – that we absolutely have to be on the same page, and telling him ‘Down!’ in a limp, half-hearted tone of an eight-year-old girl is doing us no favours. So let’s see how that pans out, shall we…
In the meantime, I hope to post here little and often, so keep watching.