Zzzzz

Nero loves to sleep...but he wont rest unless you are in the room with him. However sleepy, he will follow me till I settle down, and then settle down for some sweet Zzzz.

His sleeping position is weird. Unlike any other self preservation respecting animal who would sleep on their stomach to protect the soft underside against harm, this pup insists on sleeping on his back with his paws in the air and splaying his limbs (specially hind limbs wide open) with no shame at the blatant display of his masculine puppy appendage!

Water Baby

The vet said no baths yet, but was Nero willing to listen?? No! He HAD to go get dirty enough to need a bath. (Luckily, the doc okayed only water, no shampoo baths)

At first he was very curious about the water. Ah! a new thing to play with. Slowly, as he got wetter, and started looking more drowned rat than dog, there was much more respect for this fluid phenomenon. He stood and enjoyed it like a good water baby. Of course he insisted on chewing and fighting with the towel later on..but hey, he can't be all angel now can he? :)

Classroom

Pre Kindergarten Prep :)

Indian Rope Trick

Nero has a new toy, and he just can't get enough of it. It is supposed to be a tug of war doggy rope, but he chews it, rolls in it, chases it, shakes it dead...in short, does everything except play tug of war with us! He does try to play tug of war with himself!!!

Life, Love & Death

Sometime in the last couple of weeks, we had raided our local bookstore for dog books. We were looking for training, obedience and crate training books. Instead we found AKC Dog guides, coffee table dog books, a smattering of breed specific books (but none on labs), couple of hard-to-understand training books and Marley & Me.

Marley & Me is a novel written by John Grogan about his canine buddy. The dog on the cover looked inviting, the review looked great. We bought it. Once home, I started reading it to find uncanny similarity to our own lives. "Hey", I thought, "this guy is talking about us!" The shift from singlehood to family, setting up home, kids, dog...this was absolutely where we are right now. Just got our own house, planning kids, brought in Nero to complete the ultimate family nest...it was so us, it was uncanny.

I read about Marley, the wild pup, and I thought...oh gosh this is whats going to come...am I really prepared...and I looked at Nero sitting next to me and told him he better be a good dog or else..! Halfway through the book, I stopped. Now I'm a person who can't set a book down without reading it cover to cover in one go, however long it takes. But, I couldnt go on...it was the terrible foreboding of not wanting to read about Marley growing old and dying. I wanted him to stay the eternal cute and cuddly pup and wild teenager. I want Nero to stay a pup forever.

Hubby picked up the book (he's a slow, few pages at a time reader) and started reading. He kept enticing me with tidbits from the book, till last night I finally picked it up again and reread it from start to finish. The book had me laughing and crying throughout, especially at the end. I forced myself to read it all. It is beautifully written. It touched each chord of love and every demon of mortality in me.

Why are canine life spans shorter than humans? I want Nero to grow with me, not leave me in 13 or 14 years after sharing my each and every waking moment; joys, tears and fears. He's only 2 months right now, and I know this is really silly; but I can't stop dreading losing him. 13 years doesnt seem so far away. As I read the book, I felt deeply on the loss, both the real loss of Marley and an imagined loss of Nero. For perhaps the first time, I understood my mother's pain on the loss of our first dog (who was put down when we were small) and her firm no stance on getting anymore dogs in the house (the fact that they need so much care, and she had 2 children and a career to juggle already probably also counted, but I digress.)

The author himself says, the journey is more important that the destination. A phrase heard many many times and yet so hard to actually follow.

He's growing so fast, every day he grows a bit taller, a bit heavier, a bit naughtier, a bit older. Soon I wont be able to pick him up and cuddle in my arms anymore. And as I write this, he has come and rested his little doggy head at my foot, reassuring me with his warmth. I wish time would stop.

And he keeps growing..

Nero keeps growing and growing! He got his corona shot this weekend, first manicure/pedicure and was weighed at 6kgs, 2kgs more than last weekend! He's getting heavy!!

He's quite a shy dog. My mother and sister came over a couple of days back and he spent most of the time sleeping. When he goes to the vet, he is quiet there too, another shot and no twitch yet. He was good in the car too except when we expected him to sit at the back without anybody, which is when he let us know his displeasure with a little puddle. Brought back in the front, he was at once the epitome of saintly car riding dogs. Luckily, we had newspapers spread out (Hail Newspapers!!) which saved the back seat from the downpour. At home, he's a tiger though...chewing bits of us and furniture being his favorite past time. The chewy toys sadly are fleeting comets in the universe of his attention.

He's slowly recognising the crate, or as we call it 'den', as his domain. Most nights, he goes into it himself without us having to entice him with treats anymore. He also likes biting the wires and chewing on the cardboard box we put in the den to restrict his movement area. We put a cloth as cover over his cage, and he takes great pleasure in pulling in into the den and chewing, fighting and rolling with it. We havent started locking him in it as yet as we feel he's still too young. But in a few weeks, we'll start with small confinements too.

Potty training continues its weary, meandering way. Most of the times now he [i]does[/i] reach the door. If we are vigilant, it happens outside, if we're not, the deed is done inside. But he still doesnt have much control, so its quite a jack in the box existence, with frequent leaps from somnabulent positions into a mad scramble to get the door open in time. Moreover, he has taken to scavenging and eating hair and such like objects, which traumatise him during pooping..and us too since he races all over the house with dangling toilette! Neeeerroooooooooo....... >.<

Baby Pics

Got some baby pics of Nero from his previous owner today. He is soooo cute!