
At the risk of coming off like one of those "dog people" who takes photos of their pet and its toys and even includes 'em on their Christmas cards and blog, I'm updating what we've learned in two weeks of being a dog owner. Rufus really is something else; his personality is quite funny. He loves, loves, loves my husband. Loves. This both annoys me and amuses me. Actually, it doesn't annoy me that much, but it does crack me up. It's a good thing he's bonding with the male, as ole dad was a fair amount more cautious about taking on this live responsibility. Yours truly does the bathing, clipping, brushing all by her lonesome, but when Rufus wakes up, he does a big, long stretch of his front then his back legs, sniffs me a bit, and heads straight for the bedroom door to warm the floor while he awaits the guy sleeping to wake up. I walk the fluff ball in the mornings, someone takes him out mid-day once or twice, and then my husband walks him at night. I probably do more correcting, but that's because I'm more ADD and pay closer attention when I hear him chewing on something that doesn't sound like the toys we've given him. We both feed him after going for a walk (they say this reinforces the instinct to work for food), so I'm told that otherwise he'd only like one of us. When it's just me here, he curls up by my feet and sits and waits for me to pet him and follows me everywhere. When the male of the household gets home, I'm chopped liver!

After only two weeks, this "lifeguard" weenie dog has neither ears, nor arms, nor legs, nor stuffing in his bottom. This tennis ball is shredded, and the inside rubber part is broken into multiple pieces. We've just given Rufus a
Kong for medium level chewers, so we'll see how long it lasts. At least we can encourage him chewing that by putting treats, food, or even peanut butter in it. Fortunately, he's been pretty good about not chewing things he isn't supposed to.
I'm still reading Cesar Milan's book on how to raise the perfect dog. We've acknowledged that our pooch is pretty good, especially for a rescue, we just want him to be perfect. Bichons and poodles are both very intelligent breeds, so training takes a lot of consistence and patience. That's especially hard when they're so cute! We don't want him to jump up on us while we're sitting at our desks because then he'll jump up when we're at the table. But when he stands against the bathroom counter and looks at himself in the mirror, it's too funny to stop him!