What a week it’s been. Today, it’s 3pm on a Sunday afternoon, and I’ve just gotten up from a short nap - I in my bed and Harlow in her crate - both in the bedroom. The last couple of days have been a little surreal because, yes - as Danny mentions below - our lives have completely revolved around Harlow since we took her home last Friday, July 14th. And it’s possible that most of our energies for the past week have been directed around her - this one little black-and-white pup with the wide brown eyes, speckled ears and silky fur.
From obtaining the proper Pet Addendum to our lease (which is surprisingly generous) to the Smiley Dog Home visit to trips to various pet stores for food, toys, grooming products, beds, and snacks, we were defnitely impatient in our anticipation.
And finally, she was ours.
Her schedule so far consists of: sleeping, eating, taking short walks to go potty, playtime and treats, and napping. Repeat. I’m thankful to be raising her with another person.
At night, I’ve been waking around 3:30am to take her outside, and she’s usually up around 6:30am or 7am.
We have rolled up our red rug in the living room since it appeared to be particularly appealing as a “potty place” to Harlow. There is a large puppy pen in the kitchen, and assorted dog toys and appurtenances strewn about all over the apartment. We’ve learned that she is a bit scared of the cars that flow down our very busy street and that she likes nice, sheltered and mulchy “brush” (dead leaves, fennel bushes, hay…) to “do her thing.”
I eagerly await the day that we’re able to take her to the park.
