When I think back to all the puppies I've loved and raised, not one had the unbounded energy that Emmett has.
Emmett makes the Energizer Bunny look poky to say the least.
It's been difficult trying to housebreak him being in a cast but that can't be helped and I will continue to do my best. As I sit here and write with both Rosie and Emmett at my feet, we've had almost a week of rain and Emmett does not like the rain in the least bit. Little does he know he's due for a bath sometime in the near future.
Today the sun came out of hiding for a few brief minutes and during that time I tried to keep both dogs outside for as much possible fresh air and individual playtime weather permitting.
Emmett loves being outside and is still in the process of exploring the backyard. Earlier this afternoon he took off running as fast as his legs could carry him at top speed with Rosie racing behind him.
I held my breath for a second before I realized that Rosie was wagging her tail in her first attempt to actually play with him. It didn't last long but it will be something I will never forget.
Rosie has been a huge help in training her new little brother. She accomplished more in one hour of crate training him than my past several attempts over many days. Emmett had an absolute fit when I put him in his crate and closed the door. I guess his high pitch whining and barking got on Rosie's very last nerve and let there be no doubt that she let him know just how unacceptable his behavior was.
Emmett has a very healthy respect of anything and everything having to do with Rosie. She jumped him the other night for walking too close to her crate and the noise he made had me fearing the worse.
I panicked, screamed and Rosie stopped, looked up at me and then continued with her lesson before Mark rescued Emmett. Emmett was covered with slobber and scared but there was no hard feelings and he now avoids her crate.
Rosie knows Emmett's just a puppy and the lessons she has taught him were canine lessons that he needed to know. As Emmett grows, he will always have the upmost respect for Rosie even when he's 3 - 4 times her size.
If I had to describe Emmett in three words at 10 weeks of age they would be, goofy, loving and funny. He sounds like a Clydesdale when he runs around the house after waking up from a nice long nap.
He's absolutely hysterical to watch as he gallops about and seems just as surprised as I am when he stumbles over his own feet.
The other night there was something on the Hallmark Channel that I wanted to watch and sometimes it's just easier to hold Emmett than let him sharpen his puppy teeth on my arms and hands.
I'm almost to the point that I am no longer able pick Emmett up.
I like to document a few firsts that happened last week. I was sitting out in the backyard overseeing Emmett's time outside and Mark had just come home from work. I saw that he was standing in the kitchen and Emmett heard a noise coming from inside and actually perked up his little floppy ears and barked.
Not expecting him to alert at such a young age it made me smile. I've read that Great Danes are excellent watch dogs and very protective of their owners which is one of the reasons all the books say they should be socialized from a very young age.
Having the broken fibula and being in a cast not to mention he only started his puppy shots, neither of us are ready to venture out in the world for a Meet & Greet to work on his socialization.
I've been taking Emmett out to the mailbox on a leash to get him accustomed to being walked and he's doing really well considering his age and my limitations.
Anyway, the other day my neighbor Faye from across the street strolled over and was commenting on how much Emmett had grown. She had seen him the day after we first brought him home and was amazed at how much he had grown and was spellbound by how long his legs looked.
The picture below was taken the first night Emmett was home on May 8th at 5.5 weeks old.
Emmett had been a runt and was so much smaller than the other puppies. They easily outweighed him by 4 - 5 pounds and by the time he finally got to the puppy chow it had all been eaten. I would of preferred to bring him home at 8 weeks of age but brought him home early so I could make sure he was getting enough to eat.
Five weeks later we've gone from 6.5 pounds to 22.5 pounds and he's now twice as long as Mr.Bear who by the way, at least at this moment is actually still in one piece though his tail has been chewed on some.
When she bent down to pet him, he barked and growled at her. So I can safely assume his TERRIBLE 2s have begun not to mention as I sat at the kitchen table to work on this blog he tore a nice size piece of wallpaper off the wall.
Let the fun begin, isn't puppyhood grand!
I noticed a week or so ago I started repeating certain words and phrases, over and over again,
"That's not yours"
"Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me"
"Let go"
"Drop It"
"Open your mouth"
"Ouch"
"Ouch that hurts
"No, no, no"
"Come back here"
"Leave that alone"
"Leave Rosie alone"
I guess I forgot how exciting a new puppy can be! Not to mention Emmett is one growth spurt away from being able to get up on the bed and couch.
I was starting to become concerned over his mouthing and sometime today someone from the "Great Danes Lovers" site on Facebook apparently had the same concern about her 12 week old puppy name Vadar.
There are over 20,000 Great Dane owners from around the world on this site and I spent a couple of hours reading what others had posted about their own experiences when their dogs were puppies.
Now knowing that this is typical Great Dane puppy attitude, I'll just correct Emmett the same way as I have with all my other puppies. I like to add that his puppy teeth sure seem to hurt a lot more than what I remember from other puppies that I've loved and raised.
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