Week 1 with a new puppy

It’s a little after 5:30 on a Saturday morning and I’m sitting in my dark living room with only the soft glow of a cheap set of christmas lights and my laptop monitor illuminating the room. It’s been a week already with our new family pet, who sits below me chewing on a single thin piece of leather that used to function as my slipper shoe lace. I can’t believe how fast this week has flown by. I had off for the holidays and I honestly feel like it was a blur. I know this is nothing knew and it will honestly more than likely only feel like it’s going by faster and faster as I get older and older so it only makes sense I try and write more in an effort to not only remember more, but to also catalogue it. Man, time sure does move. It absolutely has to have to do with how aware I am with my own self and cycles of days.

Unbelievable.

This week I was able to accomplish a few amazing things with Warhol, our new corgi who we purchased from Elmer Fischer in Gap, PA.

Commands (more likely to be obeyed by the presence of food):

Leave it
Sit
Pee-Pees (this one doesn’t require so much enticing seeing as how the act of pee-pees appears to be partially it’s own reward

Warhol has also displayed a clear understanding that his name is in fact “Warhol” and if nothing else I’ll take that as a huge first week win. It’s also worth remarking that crate training has been going exceedingly well and it appears that he’s become somewhat, although not entirely, comfortable with spending extended periods of time within it. He’s incredibly well behaved when inside it, and I’m praying that this isn’t just timid puppy behavior and something that will change as he becomes more bold and adventurous as he grows.

I start working again this week and although I have the luxury of working from a home office, I’m nervous to see how dividing my attention between him and work will play out. So far he has shown increasing signs of independence, but I still need to watch him every time to leaves my sight so as to be sure hasn’t decided to each the legs of our furniture, knock over the Christmas tree, or taken a shit in a hidden corner that I wouldn’t otherwise notice until after it has had time really soak in. FUN STUFF. I’m exhausted. Time to nap while he chills at my feet.

Additionally, why it appears I’m so close to 500 words already, and since Hemmingway wrote 500 a day no matter what, I have to at least get some of my thoughts down about my plans for the New Year (2016). It’s never been all that much motivation for me to start acting/behaving a new way simply because the number of times we have circled the sun has gone up. Instead I find more motivation in thinking of my life as an interesting puzzle to figure out. Each time I try to discover more about myself through new routines or experiences I get closer to understanding how my own self actually learns and grows. This self reflection is worlds more effective and satisfying than trying to commit to a reading quota or a health goal for now and as time goes on I’m sure this will continue to change.

Happy new year!

<i>This entry has not been re-read, proofread or edited by myself in an effort to maintain the integrity of how my thoughts developed and how I chose to write them </i>