I haven’t really written about Marley since we got her on my birthday. So here we are in June so I thought I would give that of you who care about dogs an update.
The first few days at home were rough. She bit. A lot. My hands, face, elbows, knees, legs, side. You name it, she bit it. She just led with her teeth and my pain was real. I wasn’t alone, she was biting Wendy, Oliver, and Mark. She also bit Hutch a lot who took it even worse than we did.
Eventually she stopped ramming us with her teeth and then we only had to put up with her chewing up stuff, biting Hutch, jumping up on us, jumping through the air to get to people food, and kicking me in the face as a I slept. We have most of the stuff resolved but every morning she gets into bed between Wendy and I and kicks one or both of us in the face while she sleeps on her back.
It has been a harder adjustment for Wendy. She has never had a puppy before. It was always been dogs two years of age or older. Having a rambunctious, defiant, and rowdy teenager for a dog has been an experience for her. One that she is still figuring out.
With the biting stopped, the boys, especially Oliver were able to bond with her. Elway was my dog who didn’t even acknowledge Mark was alive. Maggi was also my dog who acknowledged the boys were alive but saw them more as staff than as equals. Actually to be honest, she saw Wendy as staff as well.
Marley has become my dog too but sees Oliver and Mark as co-conspirators in her fun rather than staff. Wendy and I are the parents. I just happen to be the parent that gives her pieces of steak when Wendy says no.
I find new dogs are weird. When Elway died of cancer, I never wanted a dog again. When we got Maggi all I could think of for the first couple of weeks was that she wasn’t as good of dog as Elway. Within a couple of years she had become my best friend and confident.
When Maggi died of cancer, I was devastated. She had been such a big part of the family. Now there is Marley who isn’t Elway or Maggi but we are slowly figuring each other out and bonding over our hatred of the crow that perches outside our window and makes a lot of noise at 3 a.m.
So like a lot of puppies she goes all out all of the time. After an epic battle today with her rope and a long walk with Mark, she is curled up in a ball beside Wendy saving her energy for attacking me and kicking me in the head at around 5:00 a.m. because she needs her tummy rubbed before going back to bed.
When Caesar Milan says never let your dog sleep on the bed, always let them sleep on your bed.