As it’s Christmas I thought I’d blog about something other than security for a change – our new boxer dog.
About 2 years ago, our son now aged 7 asked if he could have a dog. Thinking of all the negatives we said no, however over the past two years he has continued to ask. To be honest the negatives always outweighed the positives in my mind and I usually just put any decision off however it was clear that our son really wanted a dog.
When our son did his list for Father Christmas around October this year noticing he had not included “dog” I foolishly asked him why it was missing to which he replied “because you won’t let me have one” that really tugged at my heart strings.
My wife and I have spent considerably more time deciding whether to get a dog than we ever did about having kids. I have always loved the playful mischievous nature of Boxers. I remembered one of our old friend breeds them and had a few chats together with research and we decided to go ahead with a male puppy but for him not to be a Christmas present.
On 17th December we met “Scooby” as named by the kids for the first time he was as gorgeous as his pictures sent by the breeder had suggested.
We decided to crate train him as he won’t ever be left for long periods but we don’t want to endure his chewing stage. The first two nights he spent in a small box next to our bed and every time I took my hand away he cried. We spent lots of time introducing him to his crate and on night 3 he went in. We had been advised to ignore his crying and eventually he did stop.
Despite getting up and letting him out in the night his crate was a real mess in the morning. We had a huge one with bed one end and paper the other and although he head gone to toilet in right place he had trodden it everywhere. After 2 nights of mess and the fact that nights 1 and 2 were no problem in his small box, we invested in a much smaller crate with room for bed only and have had no problem since.
Two weeks on he loves his crate often goes in during day to escape the children and have a sleep.
Scooby is definitely full of character, extremely playful and already mischievous. He has fitted in really well with us all. House training over the wettest Christmas ever has not been easy as he doesn’t like the rain but I think we are making progress.
Having read up well we have been so careful with the kids and chocolate over Christmas but despite all the care somehow he got into our utility room on Boxing Night and in the minute he was there he managed to eat a piece of chocolate cake. Thankfully our new vet was wonderful, we were there within 30 minutes and poor Scooby was vomiting the contents of his stomach like someone at the end of a bad night out. He recovered really well and by next morning was back to his mischievous self.
We all have so much still to learn but despite the hard work house training in the winter etc, he is a gorgeous new addition to the family.