“Let’s take our calm, sweet puppy into this random meadow for some photos while he’s still tiny!” AK and I thought on day 7 of our newfound pet-parenthood.
Immediately after being released onto the damp grass, however, Kendrick Lamar Karber became a wet bullet of fur streaking around our feet, circling the field, and back again in a burst of manic energy we had never seen the little guy exert before.
Why we chose the wettest day in February?
Sheer naivety, Pet-Parents. Sheer naivety.
In our defense… We had grown quite accustom to hours of lap naps, lazy tug-of-war games where *we* did the pulling and he did the clamping-onto-the-end-of-the-rope-with-tiny-teeth and starring at us, and a general abundance of mellow puppy snuggles during waking hours -so it was nothing short of shocking to see our puppy be a puppy.
Equally assuring, though, that he wasn’t broken.
But we knew he wasn’t! He’s just becoming fully-puppy the more comfortable he is around his new home, but full-Kenny: affectionate, people-loving, and mellow in the very best way that makes him a top-shelf apartment puppy, and perfect addition to our little Karber family.
And smart. I thought it would be, like, harder having a puppy? He’s taken to potty & crate training like his human-mommy to shoe shopping and it has been quite a surprisingly easy affair.
The #1 debate we have with everyone is Kendrick’s breed.
We know Mom was Shih Tzu/Yorkie, and Dad was Chihuahua/Question Mark. Coined by my father-in-law: he’s shi-yorkuahhua.
To me, he just looks like a dog: a precious, breed ambiguous, tiny dog.
Like if you walked into an elementary school classroom and said “everybody draw a dog now!”I think 90% of the drawings would look something like Kendrick. Big eyes, four legs, floppy ears, and a happy wagging tail.
Good parents we are trying to be, Kendrick’s big day was followed up with a “it’s good for you, trust us” traumatic experience:
After which the cold shoulder was given for a ten-minute eternity. He really showed us.