Well, this weekend was... not nearly long enough, actually. Granted, you could argue that, for me, every day is a weekend, but I still really enjoy the time I get with Tora-kun. I don't remember anything of Saturday, which is kind of sad. I think there was a lot of napping involved, since I still haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately (for puppy-related reasons).
Actually, here's the puppy-related reason for my lack of sleep: crate-training. ( Digression: overnight crate-training )
Anyway -- Saturday was pretty lazy. Sunday was Grampa's birthday, AND we were having a new refrigerator delivered (OMG, the new fridge is love, seriously). After the fridge got delivered, we brought Darwin over to the party. We were both a little nervous about doing this, because it was a mix of adults and kids he'd never met before, and Mom's dog, and just general chaos, and we really weren't sure how he'd react.
Long story short? OMG, he was so good. Like, people were coming to us and telling us how impressed they were that he was so well-behaved.
He was really gentle around my little cousins (who are something like four and six or five and seven -- I can never keep track, but the four year old is a little skittish around dogs since my mother's terrier nipped her a while back [not the dog's fault IMO]), and one of my uncles was totally ready to bring Darwin home with him. (Actually, he asked for the name of the breeder -- he really
liked Darwin, and has been thinking about getting a dog. He'd been torn between an Akita or a German Shepherd, but Darwin totally won him over.) In fact, both of my cousins were asking him if they could take Darwin home with them. He's got back problems (a police officer, injured on-duty), and he doesn't want a dog that'll pull him down the street. I pointed out that Darwin's taking to leash-training really well, even after just a few days of it. (Hell, if he gets one, I might even be able to help him with the super-basic training later on.)
The only problem that came was with Zoe -- Mom's Cairn Terrier. Zoe is usually the sweetest, most loving dog you'll ever meet. But she wasn't socialized very well around other dogs, and she's not really sure of Darwin, who is already bigger than she is, and wants nothing more than to play with her. At one point, he tried to play with her, and she snapped at him and he yipped, stumbling backwards. We all thought that she'd nipped him on the nose (to put him in his place), but he wasn't bleeding anywhere on his muzzle. After a few seconds, we realized he was
bleeding. In his haste to get away from Zoe, he'd bitten his tongue.
Go ahead and laugh. We did.
The rest of the day and into the night, Darwin kept his distance from Zoe. (Though there was one sketchy moment when she pulled her lips back and snarled at him, because he was in a spot that was "hers" -- lying at my grandfather's feet.)
Grampa's birthday was a lot of fun -- Mom's been thinking about having a little party in April to celebrate Grampa surviving his heart attack (he had it a year ago). There will probably also be a party to commemorate the anniversary of his last radiation treatment. (Random note regarding Grampa's health: He's been doing very well lately. There was a brief scare when one of his follow-up scans showed a mark on his kidney, but that turned out to be nothing, thank goodness.)