We’ve had a difficult pup before, Gentle Reader. Moxie Rocket was quite the nightmare. She didn’t sleep for several months (so it seemed) and hated her crate. Well, Zoe isn’t a fan of her crate, either, but at least she sleeps! We had an accident in the crate last night. She didn’t cry out for me, that I heard anyhow, and I woke up several times in the night to listen for her.
Ah well. Every day is a new day with a puppy.
Currently, she is in her crate making the most amazing noises I’ve heard a puppy make. Some are mini-howls, as she’s part husky, and therefore can howl even at this young age. We go to the vet today for microchipping, deworming, second round of shots, and general checkup. Fun days! I have to figure out how to transport this small animal without a second person in my car. Luckily, the vet is half a mile or so away.
She’s cute. She’s sweet. She’s a terror. Such is the life with a pup.
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