|Six weeks old - Look at those paws!|
Puppies. If they weren't so freaking adorable no one would ever go there. Some are easier to raise then others. Some are a compete piece of cake. Not this puppy.
My rescue took in three puppies a few weeks before Christmas. I agreed to take one. I had a few fosters under my belt at this point and the holidays were coming so it was a good time to take on a challenge. Besides, usually puppies get adopted the quickest and considering Christmas was just weeks away I didn't think we'd have him long. The woman who was dropping off my new puppy called and to give me her ETA and mentioned the one pup slated for my house was a bit chubby. Shannon and I got out a pen and paper and started brainstorming names. By the time he got to my house we had filled the page full of potential names for little guy. When the woman handed him to me I realized her definition of chubby was "ridiculously gigantic in every way." Six weeks old? That poor mommy dog! He had HUGE ears, a long nose, a big round belly and GIANT paws. Right away I knew the first name on our list, Bruiser, was a perfect fit.
The first little while he was a perfect gentleman. We were progressing very quickly on the whole potty training thing to only occasional accidents when we took too long getting him out. He learned sit and shake paw almost immediately. He followed Lexi around like her little shadow, and as she was with Nibs, Lexi was a perfect role model. He was a typical puppy, always getting into things he shouldn't, but he was doing really well. I'd take them for walks and he was so good I wouldn't have even needed a leash. On our long offleash walks he was rarely out of sight. Being a young little guy at first I'd only have him walk for maybe 20 minutes then I'd carry him, or if it was really cold, I'd zip him up in my jacket with me and continue walking so Lexi would get her exercise. On the way home I'd usually make him walk the last ten minutes to guarantee he'd be tuckered out by the time we got home so I would have at least an hour of sanity while he slept. This was all fine and dandy except for the fact Bruiser grew like a weed! Each walk he got heavier and heavier and although I was increasing his walking time he was still just a puppy. I didn't want to cut the walks short for Lexi's sake but jeeze! It got to the point he didn't fit under my jacket anymore so on the chilly days I'd have to carry a little blanket to wrap him in. What can I say, he was a bit of a princess. He had little weirdo habits like that that he insisted on sticking to no matter how big he got. He'd do something once, like it, and then he was hooked. One day I thought I lost him, couldn't find him anywhere, then I remembered the night before my boyfriend and I let him sleep in our room over night and my boyfriend saw him head under the bed to sleep. So I look under the bed and find him like this: