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A Dose of Deedee, Day Two

As a Richard Scarry story begins, "It is the morning of a new day." Deedee's learning continues.  
The day started around 6 with the obligatory "Do your business" time.  While we were in the back yard, Deedee couldn't help but notice the sound coming from the nearby field.  Apparently there is a new litter of coyotes.



That new noise was followed a sound from the front of the house.  I held Deedee in my arms and opened the front door, so she could see and hear the garbage trucks.  Oh, there is so much for a guide dog puppy to become accustomed to!

Deedee's insights today:

  • Apparently the "swimming pool" is merely a water dish--at least that's what Kristi said when I tried to go for a dip.
  • Before I can eat, Kristi says, "Wait."  When I stop trying to lunge for the food, she says, "OK," and allows me to eat.  I love to eat, but I'm not a pig about it.  

  • Kristi says I've scored brownie points (whatever those are) because I slept through the night.  
  • Drexel is a bit of an old fuddy-duddy.  He'll play with me when he wants to, but not everytime I want to.  He just doesn't realize what a wonderful toy his tail is!
Photo:  Yellow lab Drexel, rolling on the carpet on his back, ready to play
Photo:  Deedee attempts to chew Drexel's tail, while Drexel, not pleased, looks on
What new sound or sight have you noticed today?


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Thanks for a curious, playful puppy!

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  1. I love the Deedee's insights part of these posts. When you mentioned the sound at the front of the house, I thought perhaps it was the full grown coyote. LOL

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    1. No,I wouldn't open my front door and introduce Deedee to a real coyote! :-)

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  2. I bet Deedee and Drexel and going to have a lot of fun together! What a wonderful puppy!

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    1. I think they will, once Deedee gets done teething.

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  3. Poor Drexel! His world has been rocked! I hope his tail came out of it relatively unscathed.
    The sound of those coyote pups is creepy

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    1. He's usually fairly playful himself, but he's pretty much just avoiding her right now. Once she isn't so nippy with him, I think he'll have more fun with her.
      I don't mind the sound of the coyote pups learning to howl. What is horrible is hearing the coyotes getting a cat for dinner. Most people I know keep their cats and small dogs inside at night. (Of course, we keep our big dogs in, too.)

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