Dog sitting a puppy Standard Poodle is both exciting and challenging. The responsibility of caring for someones new ‘baby’ is a big one. Add to that this puppy happens to be a nearly fully grown and my house is already home to a pack of 3 dogs. What we got was a whole load of chaos, moments of hilarity, the biggest fluffiest cuddles and a chance to hone Ceasar Millans thing of balance and harmony. You’re kidding aren’t you!?
Sonny is gorgeous. He’s a giant, bouncy, lively, playful, exuberant, romping softy. He loves nothing more than to play and be cuddled.
There were things Sonny had to get used to being a part of the pack
‘Hold up their Sonny, it is proper and appropriate that we give you a quick health check’
he seems ok with it
He loved the garden, and spent much happy times discovering the flowers. Nom Nom
Love is: when you pull out the stems of your flowers from a Poodles butt and cuddle him afterwards to comfort him
Sonny, being a fully grown male pup naturally wanted to assert his position. This caused issues but an uneasy ranking became (almost) established. Rosie pug was top dog, Ferris the Labrador, an aging softy with cancer, was the under dog. He has no interest in becoming a leader. He just doesn’t want to be humped thanks. The ranking between them all was tested eeevery day.
Rosie pug asserts herself by asking Sonny to play with a ‘Come at me Bro’ attitude
‘I said, wanna plaaay?’
Erm, are you guys playing nicely?
Sometimes it’s just nice when the guys hang out. In the rain…
or breaking up sticks. ‘Don’t worry girls we got this one. It’s practically a branch…’
Sometime tho’ its all about the girl
Sonny hated it when Charlotte went to work
‘You know I stuck my face in your granola? I’m sorry about that. And I thought you’d have fun too when I pulled at your pants as you were getting dressed this morning. And I really loved it when we played tug-of-war with your bra.’ (Can’t imagine what Rosie Huntington-Whiteley would have made of it all. It would have made a unique M&S commercial)
Sonny’s favourite adventures were at the lake. Where he met ducks
and other big dogs that play like him
But most of all he liked playing with his nemesis Poppy, our little Boston Terrier. This usually involved a stick
or piece of old wood
Play often got a bit rough. They play exactly the same. Trouble is Sonny is so much bigger. This means I had to put him on the lead occasionally until things calmed down. The jury is out whether Poppy is grateful or juuust a bit smug here
Very quickly though this unlikely pair are back battling over sticks
I’m a nurturer (Myers-Briggs told me so) so bringing calm and care was easy. What I found harder to do was to bring the assertive, so balance and harmony was a constant challenge. Did I cry? Well yes, I’m slightly embarrassed to admit, but there were times when adding a young assertive male into the pack was over-whelming. The bottom line is I’ve loved him. He isn’t used to sharing his human and I get that. I will miss kissing that soft snout. I mean, just look at that face
But, the one that will miss him most of all is Poppy, who may have cowered, shaken and hid for much of the week, actually adores him. On the last afternoon as Sonny was snuggling up on his ‘mums’ jacket in the dogs snug Poppy got bold and excited to play with him. Could Sonny have been any gentler!