Anyone that knows me in real life or has me added on facebook knows how obsessed I am with my dogs. It might be a little crazy, but I honestly think that 90% of my conversations and life revolve around them.
I’ve always wanted dogs, but my parents never let me, we were strictly cat people. When Tom and I moved out of our parents house last April the first thing we did was get a dog. No, really, we were only living in our own place for a week before we went to the shelter and got Kratos (formerly known as Dumbledore). We were in a puppy class at the shelter that they required new owners attend, it just so happened that Kratos’s brother was in the class with us (the shelter liked to put their shelter puppies through the class so they would be better behaved when adopted). Well, he was there one week then gone the next, we were happy that he got adopted because he was the last one out of the litter and was there all by himself. The following week though, he was back again. The trainer told us that someone had adopted him and then brought him back because he was too hyper. They weren’t even four months old, what did people expect? With a few calls and a little bit of convincing, we became the proud owners of Helios (formerly known as Hedwig).
We got a lot of, concern from people when we decided to take on two puppies. I can honestly say that overall, we were pretty lucky. They were both incredibly lovable and were potty trained instantly. Having two puppies really wasn’t that much difficult than having one. The only issue we had was chewing, especially Helios. At the suggestion of our trainer, we decided to crate train them, which they took to immediately. We decided at the beginning of this week that we were sick of the cages. They still chew on stuff, but we decided to just take that risk and always keep them out of their cages. So far, they have been absolutely amazing and haven’t destroyed anything.
We did have a scare last night when Tom was going out on the front porch to smoke and Helios somehow darted past us and ran out into the street. We live on an incredibly quiet street so luckily there were no cars, but it was still scary because he could have just completely taken off. Luckily he stopped at the neighbors house and ran back into our side-yard / driveway. I don’t know what I would’ve done if we would have lost him.
