Hello, Puppy

I happen to have a nine week old puppy. He is a Catahoula/Australian Shepherd/Blue Lacy mix. Basically, he's going to be pretty huge when he grows up. His name is Malcolm, or sometimes I just call him Mal. His full name is actually Malcolm Rory Sherlock Wash because I am pretty much just a massive nerd, but I don't think he minds much. It suits him. He is a curious guy and pretty much does everything I don't want him to do in the yard. It's kind of funny. However, he's also friggin' awesome. He is a cuddler, for sure. Right now, as I'm typing this I mean, he is on my lap, asleep. I don't know why I let him do it, since he's going to be much larger when he's older and is going to inevitably think that he can crawl in my lap when I'm on the computer when he's sixty pounds.

It's really interesting, though. I have never had a dog that was mine before. I payed for the little guy myself, and I am currently raising him. It's a totally different experience than I thought it would be, though. I am much better equipped to deal with small children and infants than a puppy. I actually used to be quite terrified of dogs, but I have gotten over that. I wasn't quite ready for the long nights, although he pretty much sleeps through the night now, or the accidents. I know that I wasn't ready to the amount of attention I'd have to give him, but he's worth it. He is protective of me, and I am home base for him. I'm mother. He will sit on my feet when I'm cooking in the kitchen. Malcolm helps me with a lot of things. He teaches me patience and control. He's like a part of me that I can't get rid of now. He also is this little guy that I am totally responsible for. I can't just decide that I don't want him one day. I mean, I could, but that would be absolutely horrible of me. I love him, and I think he's pretty fond of me, too. I do feed and play with him. I love on him. I bathe him. Actually, funny thing about Malcolm: he loves baths. I had to give his brother a bath, and he doesn't like them, and Malcolm was whining to get in the sink as well. It was funny. 

I am really glad that I got Malcolm and that his personality is really shining through. He's curious and smart as a whip, but that also means that he's super defiant and feisty, but I don't really mind. He's kind of like me like that. Hah. But really, he's the greatest. He has really grown on me. Training him is going to be ridiculous, though, since he likes to do his own thing. I'm working on the whole 'sit' thing right now. Oh, and the 'no biting' thing. That's a big one. Half of his biting is because he wants to play and/or thinks you or playing with him or it's because he's teething. A lot of it is the teething. But he has chew toys and a brother to attack all he wants, so I leave him with that. It's no matter. He's a good dog, and I love him. 

Oh, and he really likes my computer. Twice while writing this, he clicked my mouse and I had to fix my blog post. So, that. And now he has the hiccups. No big deal. It's just that a puppy having the hiccups is the most adorable thing ever.