It's been about a month since I got Ziggy, and just this week he finally started sleeping through the night. At the first few nights, I was up all night, every few hours, taking him outside. Knock on wood, I hope he continues this trend of sleeping through the night. (He wakes up around dawn, meaning I'm up around 0530 or 0600--this doesn't amuse me, but what can I do about it? Nothing. Just stifle a yawn, grab his leash, and get sweet puppy kisses in return.)
He also prefers to eat out of puzzle toys, and has totally figured out his Nina Ottosson Dog Brick Toy and Kong Wobbler. Give him fresh dog food in a bowl, even the good stuff, and he'll eat a bite or two and then walk away. Give him stale (ok, so I don't really feed him stale food) kibble in his Kong Wobbler, and he's all over it. Go figure.
We're still working on leash walking. For the most part, he doesn't pull on the leash. Oh no. Not Ziggy. That would be too blase. No, he has to balk. I like to joke that I take him not on a walk, but a balk. He wants to go where he pleases, and sometimes he'll have the attention span to more or less walk with me, and other times, not so much.
Also figured out he hates downpours. Swell. A dog, who lives in Seattle, which is like, Rain City Capitol, and he hates rain.
Ditto with bath time, nail clipping, and brushing. Lots of fun we're having these days.
But he is a fun little chap, and with any luck, one day, we'll get to that wonderful place called