Grover is a great little puppy and we’re really enjoying ourselves.
Yesterday (Saturday) was the end of Grover’s first week home. He’s quite the little monkey: adventurous and determined. Over the week we visited my work, the vet, PetSmart, a local doggie store, and a video store. He’s been introduced to a nail grinder, vacuum cleaner, hair dryer, motorized garage door, a snow-blower, the doorbell, and a truck without a muffler. Grover’s met about 30 new people from large, older men to my four-year old nephew and one-year old niece. He’s met several new dogs: a pug, a shepherd cross, Lab, a couple mid-sized mixed breeds, a couple poodles, and the tallest Golden I’ve ever seen.
Grover loves, loves, loves to meet new people and people really seem to love to meet him. I was out with Grover in our front yard when a grader drove past. The driver saw us, stopped his grader and walked over to visit. We had a similar response with a security guard working in a parkade downtown. People seem to gravitate toward Grover, each with their own story of a Golden they have known and loved.
He’s pretty challenging in the evening and I can’t wait for his second set of vaccinations so we can venture farther afield (our tiny, tiny yard stuffed to the brim with snow really doesn’t leave a lot of room for exercise) and am also looking forward to a puppy kindergarten class later in February.
Grover is a love. Every once in a while I catch him doing something that is very much like my Mack (like sit up on his hauches with his front paws on my leg) and I’m flooded with memories. Of course, before I’m completely overcome with emotion, Grover will do something very un-Mack like (chase Princess, the cat) and I’m reminded that although Grover is the same breed as Mack was, Grover is very much his own dog.
