Puppy #2 arrives

Well, it's been a hell of a day. We show up at airport to find no dog. After several calls to the breeder, the airlines, etc. We find out that she has been misplaced in Salt Lake City, however, she has been found again and some kind soul gave her water.

We drove the 1 hour home to wait for the next flight to arrive. Finally, it does. Puppy is here! Or was it? Out of a crate filled with ‘hamster’ shavings, tumbles this tiny black furball. My husband said, “Oh, my god, it’s a weasel.” To this day, Caya’s nickname is “Weasel”. We give her a chance to drink and stretch and we begin the hour drive home. She had a rough day, so she promptly fell asleep in my lap as I continued to pick cedar shavings out of her fur.

Who the hell ships a puppy in HAMSTER SHAVINGS?

We got home and introduced the girls to each other, Tika was utterly fascinated with this little mongrel. Caya…not so much. We got them settled down and gave them a chance to sleep. We planned on crate training them, a decision that I highly recommend to everybody. Getting your dog comfortable with their own special space is very valuable to have, especially when you have two large dogs.

Later, I took Caya out and noticed that she must have been eating the shavings in the crate, for she didn’t not have a healthy looking stool. (Note: Be prepared, you might find out more about doggie doodoo, than you planned for) The vet’s appointment was in the morning, so I took a sample and hunkered down for the night.