Allie graduated last night from her first puppy class. She looks so happy, and don't I just look like the proud mama? Actually, I was just glad it was over. Then I lost my sanity and signed her up for the Intermediate class that begins in September.
My next step toward the nut house? Doggy day care. I have to go back to work in month and little Allie will only be 8 months old and is full of peepy, I mean, puppy energy. And yeah, we still have the house-breaking issue. And the chewing issue. I met a girl last night who told me she uses a doggy day care 5 miles from my house, and it's $10 a day. My husband said, "You CAN'T be serious." Yes, honey, any time I'm willing to spend that sort of money to save my sanity, it IS serious. We'll see. It would be 9 months at the most, but hopefully only about 4, until she gets some of her "issues" worked out. Until then, paper towels and disinfecting spray are my best friends. That, and the words, "LEAVE IT!!!"
