Expat Life: Puppy Love
For those of you who might have been concerned that my unusually-long silence was a direct result of revelations about my father's occupation in my most recent post, let me set your mind at rest. I have not been spirited away to an unknown location by suspicious-looking characters in dark suits due to compromising national security or revealing state secrets - yet (although, one presumes that, if this were going to happen, it would have happened by now.)
Anyway, the point is, all is well at chez Asia Vu.
It is just that, 10 days ago, we added this to our household:
And, as those of you who have ever raised a puppy will understand, I've been a bit busy.
Long-time readers already know that we are a very doggy family, and that we already have one canine family member - the third in a series - the Yellow Dog, who has been living
When we moved here almost 2.5 years ago, we planned to be moving back to the US in June 2013, which - obviously - did not happen. After 2 miserably dogless years, we moved in June to a new apartment that - hallelujah! - allowed small pets, and began searching for an addition to the family. Requirements were: something small that would fit within the guidelines and be happy living in an apartment with minimal access to an outdoors.
We decided that, although we are most decidedly dog people, we desperately needed a furry companion, and that the most sensible thing to do would be to get a cat, which would provide the animal companionship we so desperately missed but would be more suited to our present urban lifestyle.
MrL and I went to the animal shelter and interviewed several likely feline prospects, but neither of us felt the love, so to speak.
We decided to go back on the weekend with #2 in tow and look again.
Which is, of course, why we came home with a dog.
Having only ever had large dogs (38 kg/85 lbs and larger) we are still learning how to deal with a dog roughly the size of a guinea pig ( and unlikely to get much bigger than a hedgehog,) which has presented certain challenges.
We are also remembering what it is like to raise a puppy, which also presents certain challenges, mostly for me, the
Just like with an infant, I look forward to her naps.
On the plus side, my floors have never been so clean, due to frequent post-accident cleanup (she seems to be getting the idea, but very slowly.)
The man we got her from indicated she was a French bulldog, but we are fairly certain she is a mix of several things (mostly tiny things, since Seoulites, with their space limitations, love small dogs,) including Boston Terrier.
Whatever she is, she sports a wrinkly muzzle, flat nose, slightly protruding eyes, and ears that will stand erect on her head sometime in the next month or so.
In a nod to the supposed French connection, we stuck with the theme we started with the Yellow Dog, who is named after one of our favorite beers, when we named her:
We're working on broken sleep, spending a lot of time puppy-proofing and moving deadly things out of the way, and generally focusing on the task of helping her to grow up into a good canine citizen. There are chew toys, treats, 'puppy pads,' a carrier, a crate, a miniscule harness and leash, and various other accoutrements of the urban canine scattered all over our house, and things are more than a bit chaotic.
There's a dog in the house again, and all's right with the world.
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