Late last night I constructed The Keep.
Designed to match the detailed specifications from the “Before you get your puppy” book confinement area instructions.
Now that’s its completed, should I get the faux grass potty area is the least of my concerns.
It seems so unsubstantial considering its intended use. In my current fear induced state, it appears barely strong enough to contain a Gerber daisy in a vase.
Im not ready for Royal is the party line around the old barbershop these days(at least in my head). The woman who knows him best, Dawn, stated with an airy laugh, “Oh that one is quite The Thinker, but Kathy says you can handle any dog”. First one to bust out of the whelping box, first one to shoplift snacks, Mr. Problem Solver. I’ve seen pictures and I can say that to a photo he does look like a thinker but he also appears stern and more then a little judgmental. No, no I cant handle any dog, why would anyone say that! I cant handle much of anything, I’m a big wimpy baby who likes it simple & now you’ve scared me Mrs Lady. Ok I admit that I asked for a thinker, I said I need a thinker. I wasn’t thinking.
These 3 are scared too, or at least they will be when they find out why I built The Keep.
this is going to be my puppy
Have you ever felt more judged? He even looked like this in the day 2 photos before his eyes were open. He’s gonna knock The Keep down just with his thoughts.
Royal will be here tomorrow morning. I have an initial strategy. I’m going to just play it off like I’m just the driver. Let him get settled in without my presence having any real importance. LA DI DA, who cares about the silly driver. Actually, sheepdogs like drivers, because the driver can take them in the truck. The driver is great! Who doesn’t love a driver!
First impressions are important, so I washed and detailed the truck.