Radar

Nathanael's dog, Radar, has really become a part of the family.  It's hard having a puppy, and, to be honest, we are learning as we go.  Yorkies and Brittany's are so very different.  I take Radar running with me, but we are still working on not running after leaves, running away from the people we are running towards, and sitting down and refusing to move.  I like running with him, though, and hopefully eventually he'll get the gist of the whole thing.  He sits and stays, and has stopped jumping (for the most part - he still has weak moments), but we just CAN'T seem to get him potty trained.  I've read books and watched videos, and I'm reviewing them again because I just can't figure out where we are going wrong.  He can hold it while he's in his crate for hours, but if we bring him in the house he pees every 20 minutes.  ~ sigh ~ I guess we will eventually get it down.  The other problem is the fact that he eats absolutely everything!  Carlye's papers, socks, clothes, erasers, leaves, dryer sheets - everything!  He has more chew toys and cow hooves than any dog I know, and we can always distract him with them, but we can't seem to stop him from chewing on the other stuff.  I'm hoping he'll grow out of all that, too.  I keep reminding Carl (and myself) that he's only 5 months old.

Carlye took this picture of Radar doing yoga with me.  He is ALL over me, no matter what position I'm in, and if my hair is hanging down he tries to bite it.  Radar thinks it's great....Carlye thinks it's hilarious and refuses to stop him....Me?  Not so much.

Today I am thankful for a beautiful ranch, children who would rather be outside than inside and the Spurs.