Puppy...I mean Pudga Training

One of the things that I think Mike and I have been putting off - maybe because we don't know how to truly start it, or maybe its because we feel a little silly or maybe it is because we both know it will take a lot more than everything we have read says it will...is getting our puppas ready for the arrival of Miss Delainey.

Let me back up...not our puppas...I am not worried about both of them - but it is getting our Pudga ready to take a back seat - she doesn't even sit in the back seat of the car - to the newest diva in our family.

I wish that I could truly explain to you just what a diva princess (blame me) Pudga really is. Ready for a little glimpse into her life...

• she sleeps on a tempurpedic bed every night...because she has to snuggle right next to me. London sleeps on the floor - although don't let him fool you, he has two huge blankets and a pillow to snuggle with so he is far from hurting for love or attention.
• She thinks the boppy body pillow was purchased so that she would be more comfortable when she sleeps
• she gets carried to bed and placed gently on the pillow every night (don't ever let him tell you she doesn't have him wrapped around her little paw too)
• she has learned that the bell hanging on the door can also be used to request food, cookies, water or just be annoying, as well as to go outside - the original purpose.
• She eats at 6:30 every morning...Monday through Sunday and she will not let you sleep past that time. They say that dogs can't tell time, I promise you that she knows it is 6:30 and that it is time to eat. Only after she eats, does she snuggle back into bed for round two of sleep.

If you have met her - you know what I am talking about. If you have not - you are probably sitting there thinking...this stupid dog lives better than most people and how have you two let her get this out of control.

Ok - I will fully take responsibility for her current state. She is a princess - and I have made her every bit of the monster that she is today. But as Mike calls her, she is my Wubba...she calms me down, chills me out and is hands down the most therapeutic thing in the world. In fact - I am honestly trying to figure out how I can get her to the hospital with me when I go into labor...obviously I don't want her there for the delivery...but during the initial stages, when there is pain and discomfort and a lot of waiting...I know that she would be a calming force for me.

I know...she can't come and it may sound silly - but all of this is why I am a little worried about how Miss Pudga will react to Miss Delainey.

She has been around little babies...and she is a perfect little angel...they tug on her face, play with her ears, mess with her paws...and she just sits there and takes it. Its a good thing that Mike is always messing with her and she is fine with it...I think she believes that because she "puts up" with the crap Mike does to her, she is entitled to act like a princess.

I am not worried about her lashing out at Delainey - I am just worried that she will dive into a deep depression and feel like I am ignoring her - and that breaks my heart. Yes I am aware I have issues!

I know she will revert back to her (even) eviler ways...just this morning she ate one of my make up brushes. But I also pray that she will see that there is enough love for everyone and that she is not second fiddle but an important part of my life and more importantly, Lainey's life.

Oh Pudga!