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Introducing Indy!

We got a puppy. Say hello to Indy.

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That’s Indy as in Jones. Dr. Jones (We named the dog Indiana!). Indy is an F1B Goldendoodle. A Goldendoodle is a cross between a Golden Retriever and a Standard Poodle. F1B means that Indy is the result of a Goldendoodle bred with a Standard Poodle. We chose a Goldendoodle because of Ben’s allergy to dogs, and Indy is as a close to hypoallergenic as a dog can get. He doesn’t shed. For my overworked vacuum, that’s good news!

Indy is very cute. There’s a reason that puppies are made so cute. It’s a survival tactic, to be sure. But, he’s also cuddly and sweet and loves being wherever we all are. He follows me through the house like a duckling. It’s nice (except for when I break my neck tripping over him). And I think he’s pretty smart. Potty-training is coming along, and Indy is learning to sit and give his paw. Not a bad start.

I’d tell you that the boys begged me for a puppy after we lost Diesel. That I caved after relentless nagging. It’s just not true. The driving force behind Indy joining our family was me. I just couldn’t get used to not having a dog in the house. Our home felt empty without Diesel. Something was missing. There was no pup greeting us at the door, cuddled at our feet under the able, waiting for a treat in the morning. I’m a dog-person; we’re dog family. Since the timing was good Pierre and I decided to go ahead, and bring home a puppy.

Now, Diesel was (is) irreplaceable. And the first night that we brought Indy home I sat in the living-room, cuddling him in my lap, and had a bit of a cry. It felt so strange to have a dog, other than Diesel, in the house.  I felt like I was cheating on my Diesy-Bear. Grief is funny like that. It hits you at the most unlikely times.

And, it’s been a adjustment having a puppy in the house. Indy takes up a lot of my time. Having a puppy is not like having a newborn. It’s like having a very naughty eighteen-month-old. A toddler who is into everything, putting who-knows-what in his mouth, and pees on the floor. There are baby gates up all over my house again. I’ve put everything that he can choke on out of reach, and I’m every-vigilant for when Indy starts giving the signal. You know, THE signal.

The first few days were tough. I called Pierre at work five times a day (okay, an hour!) asking him what the h-e-l-l we were thinking, bringing home a puppy. Am I insane? I sure have felt like it!  Now, we’re slowly getting into a new family routine, and Ben and Nicholas are becoming more and more involved in helping me with Indy’s care. They love giving him treats, and running through the house with Indy at their heels. Puppies bring a whole lot of laughter.

Oh, and Ben loves to wrestle with his puppy too. He lets Indy win.

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I’ll admit: I have no idea what to do with a puppy. Not a clue. I’m learning as I go, and relying on family and friends who have been there, done that to help.

Right now, Indy is lying at my feet as I write this, belly in the air. Very cute…at least until he wakes up and tries to eat my flip-flop again.

xo Naomi

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