Single Parenting

As you know I've been husband-less for the past couple of days (sad face). Mike has been getting up at 6 (and therefore so do the dogs) and not getting home until 10 (right when I want to go to bed). And with Tripper only being 10 weeks old he still needs to be let out a bunch during the day and still has a ton of energy...obvi. The luxury of working and living at the same place is that it hasn't been a huge deal for me to come home throughout the day and let the little bugger out.

 Since Tripper has had so much box time (box = cage but is more fun to say) he has been a crazy man the rest of the day. Even Casey gets tired of his energy...last night she put herself to bed at 8:00. I guess we're all tired, except for the monster.

To help release some of his energy I pack Tripper's travel bag,  complete with treats, leashes, balls, bones, dog bowl and water, and head down to football practice to visit with Mike. Though it may sound like I packed for a weekend get away, I've learned that I'd rather be safe than sorry.

While Casey and Rocky play fetch it is a constant struggle to entertain Tripper. Sometimes I can get him to chase a ball, chew on a bone or even play soccer with me. But with an endless amount of distractions such as boys walking by, football whistles or even a bug, keeping a 10 week old puppies attention is impossible. Thankfully both Casey and Rocky take turns keeping him entertained.

No that wasn't a typo...I think Rocky has turned the corner. I mean don't get me wrong Tripper is not allowed anywhere near our bed or Rocky's food bowl among other places but when we are outside...it's a different story. They run around together, play tug with sticks and even when Tripper bites her she does nothing. Inside she still tends to leave him alone but I'll take the small victory.

And yes he loves getting a lot of attention from all the boys.

My theory on why Tripper all of a sudden has all of this energy has very little to do with the fact that he's 10 weeks old but more to do with the fact that as I'm typing this entry I'm sipping hot cocoa wearing sweatpants, a sweat shirt and my ugg slippers. It seems as though Connecticut uses the unofficial end of summer (Labor Day Weekend) as the official end of warm weather. And since Tripper was always hot (I guess if I was wearing a big puffy coat I'd be that hot too) he was too hot to play. Now that it's barely reaching 70 degrees in the middle of the day, he's cool and hyper. Great... can't wait for winter.

Day 25