Wow. We had to do a total 180 with the Spot-man. Spot arrived home on Saturday, July 24th, and the first 48 hours were pretty cool. Then it all went downhill. Apparently, Mark and I were not pack-leader material just by force of nature alone. Neither are the boys. So, Spot decided to do whatever he wanted: Pee on Matthew's bed. Eat my underwear. Run like a madman throughout the upstairs. Defaecate whenever and wherever he felt the slightest need. Force us to hide up on the couch. Jump. BITE EVERYONE.
Enough.
So, thanks to Cesar Milan, two daily walks, learning his patterns, setting a schedule, training the boys to be pack leaders, and proper crate training, we have had a MUCH better 48 hours. Phew. Dogs are A LOT of work.
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