Steve and I got home from our trip to Colombia yesterday morning around 10, having only had a couple of hours sleep on the planes. But we were out at Jan Ford’s before 2 pm to pick up Beverly. Who would not want to meet their new puppy? Particularly as fine a pup as Beverly sounded, from Jan’s reports.
Less than 24 hours into our life with her, she is living up to the advance billing. The sixth in her litter, and the smallest puppy we’ve ever had, she weighed just 10 pounds upon her arrival from northern California. We weighed her on our home scale this morning, and she was up to 15 pounds. But that’s what Tucker weighed when he was 8 weeks old. Darby weighed 16 pounds at that age. In contrast, Beverly will be 10 weeks old this Saturday.
So she’s a dainty girl and a calm one, light cream in color and dusted with cinnamon on her back and around the edges of her ears. I think she’s got longer lashes than any of our previous charges. She often sits and considers what’s in front of her before investigating. She’s also a great napper, which is wonderful when you’re trying to do 10 loads of laundry or write a blog post, as I’m doing right now.
Unfortunately, the napping sleep cycle continued on into the night. We turned in at 10 p.m. and she was yowling at 11:30 and 2:30 a.m. Steve took her downstairs and out to pee both those times. I shouldered the task when she woke up again at 5:10 a.m.
But that’s our mission, right? (not to surrender ourselves to sleep exhaustion but to train puppies to pee outside and sleep through the night. Or perhaps all three of those things!)
Tucker, by the way, seemed happy to meet her. He’s been relieved that, so far, she’s not been one of those rambunctious pups who pounce on him or try to nip his penis or drag him around by sinking their teeth into his jowls. Yesterday afternoon, I caught this moment:
No previous pup has ever wormed herself that close to him that quickly. I’ll take that as a good omen.