The Story of BB the Great Dane

BB says I’m tired, 25 wks old.

BB has had himself a tough few days, with his Mom being sick. She was so laid out, she couldn’t even get off the couch, really. So for three days, Auntie Lisa fed, played, trained, and exercised both boys. Oy, they were killing me! Chronic fatigue is a vengeful illness. On day four Mom was feeling better, so Beebs food and potty requirements went back to her, like it or not.

He doesn’t like it when Mom’s sick–he’s started peeing on his bed again, even after being out. Aw, poor guy. She’s extra cranky with him, and I can’t be there all day to play with him. So he’ll be glad when Mom is better. Better be soon, because God help me, the weekend insanity begins tomorrow night. Emily’s coming.

That means I need to find strength for the extra vigilance and re-training of BB, with a 2 year old around. As well as manage my own pup’s behavior and training. Weekends require lots of outdoor time to burn it all off, for both of them. Week number 10 of this…let’s hope I don’t catch the bug Em brought with her last weekend, or whatever she’ll bring this weekend. If I go down, the whole place goes to chaos.

BB’s physical therapy hasn’t been done, which is something I have to start doing myself. He’s stiff from the lack of normal moving around, and we’re losing a bit of ground with him using the four legs independently. Can’t let that go on. Gotta get him going more. I wonder if I could combine his outdoor play and PT, waiting for him to lay down, then moving the legs around?

Bless his furry heart, it is so difficult for him to run around and play. But off he goes to do it. It keeps him happy, and relaxed. His favorite thing is to grab a stick and carry it around while we wander. I should do some “puppy school” stuff with him outside too–extend the amount of time he gets to be in the sunshine and soft grass. How I wish Kenai’s exercise didn’t take so much of my energy!

Beebs is so much fun to watch play, awkward or not. His gait is something out of a monster movie, but his huge charisma overshadows that! He’s a hoot, carrying around his stick, tossing it up in the air, chasing it down when I toss it. It doesn’t take much to keep him happy.

He loves getting attention, playing a little tuggie game, and earning his treats too. He wants so badly to horse around with his brother. I’m starting to let them interact more, but those darned teeth are the first response. Nippy bitey games from way too much excitement about being around each other. I’ve got to figure out a way for them to be less rambunctious. Can’t keep them seperated by an expen their whole lives.

But one or two things at a time! With the weekend coming up, it’s BB’s look at that game to learn not to react to Em and somehow keeping the two boys exercised enough to be calm. If I try working on too many things, I get overloaded, and the boys do too. What’s that saying, “Keep it simple, stupid”?