Not having a dog for more than a decade, I'd forgotten how much a pup adds to one's life.
We wanted a rescue dog, probably an older one. We didn't want to go thru the puppy training. And we thought, because we are older, we'd probably outlive older dog.
That was before Spider, now known as Sherlock, was put in my arms. All preconceptions disappeared in a lick.
What has been fascinating is watching not just his growth (oops he can reach that now, put it higher) and how quick he learns. He mastered "sit" fast if you consider sit is having your butt graze the floor.
A few days later "sit" lasts longer and the treat can stay on the floor until we give the okay -- unless we take too long, that is.
His household accidents have diminished and biting is reduced.
Cesar Millan, the dog whisperer, has become my favorite youtube.
Mostly it is the pleasure of watching Sherlock put his toys away in his chosen place, moving his bed and blanket to where he wants it. He has a mind of his own, and is only beginning to realize that Rick is Alpha dog in our pack and I'm Beta. He can be any of the rest of the letters.
In a way, it reminds me of my daughter's early days, where each day there was something new in her development.
We are part of P3 (Puppy PJ Parade) Club in the early morning hours for the first walk. And I find I am talking more to neighbors in French and/or English. My feelings aren't hurt that they greet Sherlock before me.
To say he has altered our lives, is a true statement. As for our hearts, there is a wiggly puppy that has set up his own place there.