Baby Girl

Payton has been in our family for nearly a month now.  It seems like much longer.  At this point it is hard to imagine not having her with us.  She is still doing great with her training, though we haven’t been working with her as diligently as we should.

Payton had a successful first visit to the vet two weeks ago.  In the waiting room she just wanted to play with all of the dogs and kittens that came in.  And then a little grey Chihuahua came in.  She just couldn’t figure out what that thing was, but she was willing to play with it just the same if only she could get close enough.

Payton weighed in at a whopping 32 lbs.  She loved all of the attention she got from the vet and her assistant.  When the vet pulled out that first shot, however, Payton let out a yelp before the vet even approached her.  The treat at the end made it all worthwhile, though.

Ruger after Mom hurt his feelings

  

Last Sunday, Payton met her Uncle Ruger.  Ruger is a seven year old male Doberman Pincher.  The introduction went well, especially considering Ruger is not used to sharing his house with other dogs…I mean, children.  All thru the first session of General Conference, Ruger and Payton crawled, squirmed, scooted or whatever it took to get close to each other.  We took them both outside between sessions to play.  It was very amusing.  It started off with Ruger chasing Payton around the yard.  Payton, being a third of the size of Ruger, was slightly intimidated at first.  It wasn’t long before she got her confidence up though.  Before we knew it, Payton was jumping over Ruger’s back like it was nothing.  Ruger didn’t know what to think about that poorly behaved dog.  What he did know, however, is that he didn’t have the energy to keep up with her.  Needless to say, once we went back into the house both Payton and Ruger passed out and had a good nap.

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Payton does not like for either of us to leave the house.  When Will is gone, any time a car with a loud exhaust passes the house Payton jumps up and runs to the door.  When I don’t go open the door for her, she starts ringing the bells relentlessly until I break down and take her outside.  Whenever either of us takes a shower, she sits outside the bathroom door waiting for it to open.  When she sees us putting our shoes on she does her best to distract us.  We always put her in her kennel when we leave the house.  She fights going into that kennel.  We practically have to throw her in.  When she sees us coming for her she runs and once we have hold of her she fights us the whole way to the kennel.  However, if we are relaxing at home and she knows we aren’t going to leave, she loves her kennel and is constantly in and out of it on her own.

Payton passed out in her kennel with her head hanging out.

As attached as she seems to be to us, however, we are every bit as much attached to her.  We are definitely the type of owners who (if home phones and answering machines were still in style) would call home while we are out and talk to our baby girl over the answering machine just to “make sure she is doing okay.”