"To myself I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me."
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Tango is SUCH a good dog! He is adapting to our schedule and lifestyle, doing his potty business outside (he has only had one accident inside!), eating well, having fun playing with Jax, and learning the "rules" (such as what he can and can not chew on!). There's only one teeny tiny problem. He H.A.T.E.S. his crate. He has to be in it when we go out - there's no way I'll leave a 14-week-old puppy loose in the house with no one home. And the plan was for him to sleep in his crate at night. But he cries. Oh, how he cries! And barks. And howls. That was to be expected the first night - but after 1½ hours, we had all had enough, so I got him out and slept on the couch with him (I know - BAD BAD!). The next night I decided to be firm - to not give in. That lasted 3 hours. I could take no more. I slept on the couch with him again. Last night I finally convinced Hubby that this crate thing was NOT working at night, and Tango joined us in our bed (along with Jax, who always sleeps on our bed). He slept like an angel all night long! I'm such a sucker, but oh well. He's happy, I'm sleeping, everybody wins.
I am a GRITS (Girl Raised In The South), a 3rd generation Texan with roots in Mississippi and Tennessee. I have a wonderful husband and three great kids - a son in the Navy, an daughter studying Theatre at Texas A&M-Corpus Christi, and a son who plays trombone in the high school band. My mom is a three-time survivor of breast cancer - a disease that affects mothers, daughters, sisters, and friends - please click on the link below to help fund mammograms for women who can't afford them!