This blog is part of a series about our first year with a Cockapoo named “La Signorina Lunetta di Excellence” (AKA “Luna”). Go to www.lunapoo.com to read my blogs.
Sometimes, new family members arrive early and in the night.
Luna arrived Thursday, June 14 at 8:21 PM, a day early, due to potentially hot weather at her departing airport.
If she could talk, Luna would probably tell us that service in Cargo Class is not attentive enough, even for Delta. That Wall Street Journal they hand out in first class? It’s shredded and added to the crate downstairs. And don’t even get her started about the inflight treats.
But that doesn’t matter now.
So very cuddly! So very squirmy! So very puppy.
At home, the rest of the family were mustered late to meet Luna.
George the old Bichon: It’s another dog. Can I go to bed? Where’s my treat?
CoCo the bombastic Bombay cat: Waat dey hell! Smells like a dog. Yikes! It runs too! (CoCo has been the least enthusiastic family member so far, making some new yawls when Luna is close. No “Whacka Poodle” game today!)
The at-home daughter: she wanted a kitten instead, but I think she’s warming up.
(More about greetings and adapting in a later blog.)
Such a fluff ball! Such a waggy bundle of energy! Such a love!
We could have had a very long night, but we were surprised: very little whining. She’s since found her bark, but only a couple of little ones.
On her first morning, Luna was up nearly as early as we normally are, at 5:30 am, checking out her world and walking outside past a couple of neighbor houses before coming back. Leash and harness 101 to come.
Knock (or poop) on hardwoods: she has not had an accident inside – yet. And she’s already pointing at the back door when she wants to go out to make a deposit in the Bank of Grass. George hates the grass; Luna rolls in it!
And now there’s fetch. Lunchtime her first day, she and I played with her yellow tennis balls, back and forth. I roll, she lumbers under chairs, slides into the wall and grabs the ball, bringing the ball and a smile right back to me to do it all over.
We’re experimenting with treats and training, but unfortunately, either Blue or Buffalo upsets her so the treats we pre-ordered are a bust so far. We had some left over crumbled bacon that was a hit: we are working on name recognition and sit, with some progress. Glad we didn’t adopt a pig: it’s hard to find dog-flavored treats locally.
Much to her chagrin, Luna “enjoyed” a warm bath (no grooming this time!) After more play, this puppy crashed on CoCo’s favorite blankets.
We’re now her people. And now she’s an Oredogian (not just an Oregonian!)