My husband took me away for the weekend for my birthday! Great time and we had some time to relax with out furry baby’s constant demands.
We arrived home last night around 10 and she was quietly happy to see us. It’s like she was saying,”OH,well,hi!, Were you guys gone, I didn’t notice.”
She went out once before we went to bed and slept the whole night. (kind of) She moves around a lot. From the bathroom, to the closet, back to the bathroom.
Then this morning at 5 we all got up to start the day. She yawned, stretched,walked slooooowly to the door to go out. While we had coffee and devotions, she sweetly chewed on her babies. With my husband saying what a much calmer girl she is now. She’s growing up.
Huh! When he left it was on! She was tearing through the house with baby lightening speed,tripping over her big paws and running by to nip at my legs,arms,and hands. I was laughing at first, then I was saying help and trying to push her away. I took her out,she ran around,then calmly she sat at my feet and looked up at me with adoring eyes. (PLOY)
Good! I thought. I can go back in and blog,shower,go to work. Simple. Ha! She was faster and I must say,NOT clumsy now. The sharp baby teeth nipped,drew blood, irritated my skin that felt like paper.
Now she sleeps……
I had a wonderful time <3 But, just wondering, how long it takes to get past this stage in furry baby puppy time? 🙂
Quits the word. Maybe Stop is the word? I really can’t remember. I’m sure our quickly growing Pyrenees believes these are both favorite words of mine. No stopped working the minute I said it. I even tried dragging it out. Noooooooo! When I first said Stop,she froze for a split second,or maybe that was Quit. That’s why I am trying to say both.
I have been reassuring her she is a good girl. A smart girl. Stroking her beautiful soft fur and telling her how much I love her. At the same time, she is trying to bite me with sharp baby teeth. Hop around like a bunny and make me laugh so hard then attack with the little teeth again. Maybe she just loves me and likes to hear me laugh.
Our whole conversation revolves around her. Even when we say that we are not going to talk about her. Not two sentences in, there she is. Kenda is our new conversation card. What DID we use to talk about? Which is so great! We will be talking our whole life and she will be one of our wonderful memories.
Laughingly, we have started sectioning off our time together…..(and forget we are trying to carve “us time”) when she might sleep,when will she be outside? But, if it is raining, she will want in right away. She is miserable in the rain. She would howl, if she knew how. Instead, she barks and barks and barks and barks. She attacks the fence. Then when she see’s you coming with her pink leash, she sits down in the puddle by the fence, this way she can get really muddy, and she looks forlorn.
Next comes towel time and attack of the baby monster as I try to get her clean. Then she clumsily and at a slow dash,takes off with the towel. I was chasing her, then I decided this was play time. A sock is too short to play tug of war with. The towel is perfect and wears her out. Nap time!
I haven’t figured out how long she should nap. I was never good at naps with our children. When they finally fell asleep after me rocking them and singing and rocking for forever,they finally took a nap. Of course, it was much later than they should be laying down and I really should just get them back up or they would not sleep all night. A dog is different. I play with her and wear her out. Then she sleeps and I want to wake her because I really do want to correct this waking up through the night thing.
Quit is the word. Quit stressing. Quit worrying. Enjoy these wonderful stages of puppy love.
Grandparents:GrandPa is a Full Breed Great Pyrenees GrandMa is a Great Pyrenees and Anatolian Shepherd.
Momma is a Border Collie and Daddy takes after the GrandPa in looks. There was no sign of Anatolian Shepherd in him. He was almost 6′ on his hind legs. He loved us and wanted attention. He would jump up on my husband and look him in the eyes. Then he would try to jump up to me. Laughingly though, I had to say no. So he would circle my legs leaning, pushing,and pressing against me. A lot like a cat would.
Kenda is our new puppy.My husband and I are raising our “baby” together. Our children are grown. But our one daughter lives close enough to help babysit on occasion. And my parents are here to play with ,and help spoil her.
We had discussed getting a larger breed dog to help guard our small farm we are preparing for. We would like to start with about 10 chickens and a few goats. We live on a small enough piece of land with woods behind us. But we should be able to work with what we have. We would love to move in the fall of this year, our small farm, to a farm that is in need of repair. Kenda should by this time have experience helping guard our home,family,and a small amount of animals.
The night before Day 1-
We call the number listed under Great Pyrenees Puppies For Sale. A kind man answered and said he was sorry but he just had one left, a little girl. We had him on speaker phone and we both said “We want her!” at the same time.
We learned she was born on their goat farm. They have a goat cheese business. He said he had retired and his wife wanted to start raising some goats. He later learned some goats to her were 150. We laughed and felt like he was a happy man who realized quickly that he never had retired. We fell asleep wishing for morning to get here quicker than quick.
Day 1-
We woke at 5 in the a.m. and got on the road. We had an 1 1/2 drive to get to their farm.
What kind people. Their teenage son met us at the entrance to their farm and told us to drive around back. There we would find his parents and they would take us on a small tour. We learned about not only the characteristics of Great Pyrenees but also their methods on raising and milking goats then processing cheese.
We sampled cheese that she had developed her own recipe and that they sold commercially. We left the back area with plenty of tasty cheese in our bag. And ready to meet our new little puppy!
We saw her running with the chickens and her parents before she saw us. And we were instantly in love. The momma was really ready for her to go but she still let us know fiercely that this was her baby until we took her off the property. The dad was just happy. He wanted the attention,and I pictured if I sat in a chair, he would try to sit on my lap.
We wondered how the car ride would be? Would she get sick? Have accidents? Cry? Cower in the back? She seemed to take it all in stride. She let us know one time that she wanted out. So we stopped at a rest area. We gave her a drink of water and we continued on.
Kenda is wonderful. She is in love with her new life! She shows us in many sweet ways. She is only about 10 weeks old, but she looks at us with those pretty eyes. She runs for you when you walk in the door. She chases you in the yard. She barks “ferociously”,at the fence,guarding us, and then races for the safety of her dog house.
Kenda is a blessing. Sent to us for reasons. All of them not yet discovered.
