Plain, gushy, puppy love.

For what? For Peanut.

By whom? By the world’s most cleanest person: my cousin.

It all started when my mom and dad had to go for business. I was left with my aunt. We had to go pick her up at five in the afternoon from the gym (she is crazy about exercise).

You just have to imagine the look on her face when I “popped the question” on the way home.

“Wanna come over and see my puppy? His name is Peanut.”

“Hmm…” She thought.

Her mom was on my side when she said, “Oh, don’t worry. He’s cute!”

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4th & 5th day: Peanut— just read the story and you’ll know what I’m talking about. It has to do with doo-doo.

Do you ever pee on the carpet? Of course you don’t, and I can’t blame it all on Peanut. That sentence must have immediatly told you what this story is about.

My mom thought Peanut was mighty sad inside the crate of his, locked up. Whenever we looked at him, he would stare back with those innocent eyes, making you feel guilty. He would leap up and stick his paws in between the bars if you came close.

Well, my mom let him out one day and let him run around upstairs. My home’s upstairs is all carpet (in fact, it’s one big piece) except for the bathroom (and that’s Peanut’s room).

I was working upstairs in the computer room. Taking a tiny rest, I went over to the stairs when I noticed a little black something.

It didn’t take long to realize that was what I picked up with newspapers.

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3rd Day: Peanut is learning. He’s learning. He’s still sitting, but he’s learning to go potty. Or to say it another way: I’m learning when he needs to go.

Peanut is going poo. He needs to go poo. But yesterday, he wasn’t going poo until we got him some of this Natural Choice Puppy Food (left). He liked that stuff, and he is doing better now that he is eating. And what goes in must come out. So he poos.

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2nd Day: It’s another day of howling, barking, and jumping with Peanut. Everyone in my family is wondering when he’ll settle. The only way to do that is to turn out the lights and leave only a lamp on. And when that happens, you will need a large amount of patience before he’ll settle down. He’s also displaying a strange likeness of being outside.

Peanut’s second day in my home now. He’s sleeping now. Shhh! Don’t disturb. Peanut’s ridiculously cute. Today, I taught him maybe 1/2 of the command “sit”?

I say “1/2″ and “maybe” because he references every word I say as the command “sit”. I say “come here” and he sits. I talk to my mom while holding him and he tries to sit. Continue reading →

1st Day: Peanut (my dog) comes into his new home after being adopted by me from another family that had some puppies. He is very new to the family and doesn’t know a thing about where he is. He is shivering not from cold but from fear. He is very unfamiliar.

Peanut just got brought home from the other family. I brought him home inside a small bucket that is big enough for him to lie down in, and high enough so that if he leaps up, his front paws can extend over the edge.

Who is Peanut, again? He is my dog. Peanut is a cross between a miniature schnauzer and a shih tzu. They can be called a “schnautzu”. He is six weeks old, and his fur is already beautiful. Silk black is the color.

Well, on the way home, Peanut got real smart. He leaned against the small tub and put his whole body against it. The tub leaned over and fell over.

I ended up holding the pup the way home, hoping he wouldn’t pee all over me. The good news? He didn’t.

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