At this time last week, I was not and had not ever been a dog owner. Today, I share my home with a frisky little ball of fur, and I fell in love with him from the moment I first held him. The night before I was to pick him up, I felt like an expectant mother, except for some reason I felt much more inadequate as a potential puppy mama than I had when my first child was about to be born, over thirty years ago. After all, I had had plenty of experience with babies – changed diapers, soothed their cries, fed them, dressed them, played with them – but I have had very little experience with dogs. Other than dog-sitting for my grand-dogs, I was a total novice.
I had spent several days puppy-proofing our house, but of course, it was not enough. Gone now are all of our rugs, except for the one doormat that is now more of a chew toy than a doormat. There are gates leading to our bedroom, to the laundry room, and at the bottom of the stairs. Rolls of paper towels and Nature’s Miracle are within easy reach. I’ve rolled the antique tea cart that served as my bar from it’s place by the back door so that the little doggy door behind it could be used (for a few weeks anyway, at the rate he is growing – the previous owners had a Jack Russell terrier). There is a new cart near the back door that is full of dog supplies – toys, leashes, grooming tools, poop bags, dog ‘chamois’ cloths, etc. On the other side of the door is a mat with food and water bowls. Gone from the family room is a chair; in its place is a crate on a tarp. Our bad habits of leaving papers lying around and not closing doors and drawers are quickly being replaced with new good habits. Baby talk is back in full force, and I’m thankful to say that for the most part, nightime wake up calls are infrequent.
Last Friday, armed with a travel kennel, dog treats, water, a leash, and a friend, I drove to Houston Labradoodles to pick my puppy, or to let him pick me. There were five pups left – two girls and three boys – and they were all as cute as can be. The dogs are Australian Labradoodles, which means they are a mix of Labrador retrievers, poodles, and Spaniels. They are smart, funny, and have incredibly beautiful coats. Two of the boys were light apricot, and the one I chose is a pretty reddish color – about like the letters in the header on this blog. One thing I didn’t consider is how nicely that color would blend into the color of our hardwood floor! Anyway, it didn’t take long before I had my new puppy wiggling in my arms. You can probably guess that I had already chosen a name for my new little fella, and you’d be right. Crockett is a good Tennessee – Texas name, full of history and folklore. My daddy was born and raised in Alamo, Tennessee, county seat of Crockett county. And of course, Davy Crockett is the king of the wild frontier!
Crockett has already proved himself to be a good traveler, which is a good thing in our house! He cried a bit on the way home (about a 90 minute drive) but settled down and slept before too long. I am sure he missed his eight brothers and sisters! Once we got home (after a stop for a smaller collar) he sniffed out his new territory and promptly took a step into the swimming pool – oops! Then it was up the stairs we went so he could check out his new digs. The stairs were a bit of a worry for me. We live on the water, and our house is on stilts, 22 feet above it. The stairways up are long, open, and metal – very scary for a little eight week old puppy – so I carried him up. I wondered how many trips up and down those stairs I would be making in the next few weeks….
Once inside, Crockett ran around like a dervish, but thankfully didn’t feel the need to mark his territory. I could hardly wait until Rex got home to meet him! And when he did walk through the door, he fell as hard as I had. Crockett is one cute little pup! It’s been a fun week. Crockett now goes in and out of the doggy door as he wants; he can go up and down the stairs by himself; he sleeps in his crate every night; he’s been to the vet; he’s been for a walk every day and met a bunch of neighbors and few of their dogs; he’s grown; he knows how to ‘sit’ and ‘fetch’; and today he had his first bath. I’m feeling much more confident about my puppy mommy skills and looking forward to showing him off to our friends and family in the coming weeks.
So what does this have to do with scrapbooking, other than that I may have taken a few photos and done a few pages of my frisky little furball? Well, I guess I’m speaking to anyone who wants to try something new, without being 100% confident that they will be good at it. If it’s something you love (or want to love) it’s worth the risk, isn’t it? It’s worth learning as you go and making a mistake here and there. For me, it’s worth it to pay someone to help me train my puppy now, at the beginning, instead of me trying things and maybe unwittingly starting some bad habits that will be hard to change later. One thing we try to do here at pixels2Pages is get you off to a good start, and to keep giving you new ideas and pushing you to try new things as you learn more and more about Artisan and Historian. So, jump right in – push those buttons and be open to fresh ideas. And have fun with it!
Here are a few pages for your viewing pleasure:
Content used: Seriously Amazing Bundle by Jumpstart Designs
Fonts used: KG Begin Again, Janda Everyday Casual
Blueprint used: #p2PDailyFilesBP
Content used: Hey Dude by Fayette Designs
Fonts used: Janda As Long as You Love Me, KG TURNING TABLES, KG Miss Kindergarten
Blueprint Used: #p2PTranzAlpineRailwayBP