Yes, I’ve been missing for 2 weeks – all thanks to an adorable, little furbaby, that I’ve adopted 2 weeks ago. She comes weighing at 4lbs and 1 ounce. A pure bread pug, named Lola. As any other puppy, she is full of energy, loves to sleep, eat and run around the house like a possessed puppy.
She does this thing, when she starts running from one end of the house, than runs around a piece of furniture, and then she is off to the other end of the house. I call this “Pugmonium”. It’s best to get out of her way when she decides to go “Pugmonium”. And because she is a puppy and isn’t potty trained, and sometimes pees on the floor. Sometimes I don’t see the pee… before it’s too late.
Which brings me back to being absent for last 2 weeks. While running around the house, Lola peed on the floor, and I didn’t see it. Oh boy did I not see it! By the time I saw it, I was flying across the room, just before falling and breaking my arm.
Get a dog, they said… It will be fun… They said…
Fun… is not the word I would use… but this has definitely been a learning experience. I’ve learned to slow down and look where I step. And if you have a puppy in potty training mode, you should slow down too.
Otherwise, you may end up like me, flying across the room, before falling and you know the rest…
At first I was furious with Lola for peeing on the floor, but suddenly I’ve realized that she is still learning. She doesn’t understand what she did was wrong. So instead of yelling at her, I chose to pick her up, with my one good arm, hug her and give her a kiss. Then I placed her in her playpen, and went to emergency room for X-rays.
Yelling at Lola wouldn’t have solved anything, except traumatized her… and that is not something I want to share with my dog.