Puppy-logue Number Two

The puppies have been here for 8 days and have made themselves at home. Definite personality traits are showing up. Some of them seem in danger of staying. I'll share a few.


Andy--Thinks of himself as Top Dog so of course, feels compelled to climb higher than anyone else. If Opie is in my lap, Andy will try to perch on my chest. He's the more agile of the two, already mastered going up and down some steps. He's faster, more curious, and greedy about food. Despite his machismo, he's a scaredy cat at heart. A hoot from the owl last night put him in missile mode to the back door.


Opie--He's happy to watch from a distance and move in when he's ready. That doesn't mean he's aloof, but rather discerning. He's actually the more loving of the two. He likes to lick you, alot. He is also prone to eating poop (we're working on that) so the combination is no good. Opie eats more slowly and is less of a glutton than Andy. He is a bit slower to catch on to commands. He is serious about his toys and has a huge weakness for wicker baskets.

Both should have Houdini as their middle name (safety gates are minor obstacles) and both have stolen my heart.

-Speed Natzi

Puppy-logues

The Orlanski Family is proud to introduce two new additions : Opie and Andy.


Two young Westie Terriers, new to the world and too short to see most of it. I thought it might be a worthwhile venture to observe them in their interactions with their new environment, so I assigned my mother the task of writing brief "Puppy-logues" which I would post on the blog. This is the first.

Puppy-logue #1 - 11/3/06 By Speed Natzi
Warm and fuzzy, that's the feeling you conjure up when talking about puppies.  It happens to almost everyone.  And I was definitely feeling it despite the drive out to east f--k Gwinnett County, with a right somewhere outside of Chestnut Mountain.   Puppy power.  

Some few hours later, as one puppy headed for an electrical cord and the other pulled my book off the couch to use as a teether, I wondered how the hell I walked myself into this.  I had a flashback of watching my husband walk out the door for work as I stood, addle brained from lack of sleep, with a screaming 5 day old infant. Not too dissimilar at all.   

Some more few hours later, I had accomplished several important stepping stones to regaining sanity:
1) I got the puppies to come to me (or at least not run from me when trying to pick them up).  
2)They had both peed and poo'd outside multiple times. 
3) And most importantly, they had discovered that I ruled the food bowl.  

One point for the human.

-DLO