Puppy Proofing

There was a small miscommunication of when exactly our English Bulldog puppy, Rook, could come home with us.  Somewhere between French and English, the first week of October actually meant the first day of October.  Adam had understood this, but I insisted he was wrong.  Adam just kept insisting, "But I want my puppy now."  His argument held no logic, but obviously I lost this debate when Adam received a phone call from the breeder, Isabelle, and was told we could come pick up Rook this weekend.  Woohoo!/Eeks!  I am feeling excited and anxious all at once.  Thankfully we started our preparations while on a puppy high after picking him from the litter of pudgy pups a few weeks ago.  

We had grilled Isabelle on what we needed and she gave us a ton of great information on what items and brands are best for bulldogs.  As neither of us have ever owned a puppy/dog before, we would have totally screwed up were it not for her great advise.  After stopping at Ikea, where we debated dog names over hot dogs, we found our way to a nearby pet store.  First we wandered around, completely confused by the multitude of puppy products.  Then we got it together and went through the list and bought a collar, leash, food/water bowls, poop bags, toys, a crate, etc. - all per Isabelle's recommendations.  Adam talked me out of purchasing some adorable puppy hoodies (Isabelle hadn't mentioned those after all), and we loaded up our rental car with all the goodies.

On our way home, we happened to pass by a Harvey's restaurant.  Adam will have to be the one to explain why this fast food chain is so great.  I have tried to understand but I really cannot figure out what all the fuss is about (maybe it's something only a real Canadian can appreciate).  But we had worked up quite an appetite trying to decide which collar color and pattern best fit Rook's persona, so with a fancy u-turn action, we pulled into Harvey's for lunch.  I will say that the dill pickle on my burger was quite delicious.  We munched on our burgers, fries, and onion rings while consulting our English bulldog book on puppy proofing.


Which brings us to today.  With Rook's arrival only days (instead of weeks) away, we are in a mad dash to get the apartment puppy proofed.  We've done our best to crawl around trying to find and hide the things that may peak Rook's puppy curiosity, but I am sure he will have no problem showing us all the things we missed.  Not so secretly, I am excited that having a puppy around means Adam will have to keep his things a little less "scattered" around the house.  No more cords and game controls left out - Rook might eat it!  No more piles of random stuff left on the floor - Rook might poop on it!  I will probably have bad karma now for wish bad upon Adam's mess, and my things will be the first to be destroyed.  But as long as it is not my cat, I will try not to complain too much.  Bring on the puppy! :)