When Ryan’s not around

So I’ve decided this is going to be more of a photo sharing blog updated on weekdays. The theme tonight is don’t tell Ryan. Mya is not technically supposed to be on the couch, so if she is laying on my lap that is not technically the couch right?

Throw Back Thursday

This photo is from the second week I had Mya and this pose for the first three months of her life was pretty standard. Since it was close to August at this time, Mya was laying this way so that she could cool off. I couldn’t help but thinking this was possibly the cutest pose ever. Now that she had gained about 35 pounds, it is no longer a comfortable position.

This tends to be more comfortable and warm now that it’s below 20 degrees.

I still think its adorable.

Digging

Most mornings, Mya can hold her bladder until I wake up. This ranges between 6-10 a.m. Apparently this morning was not one of those mornings so my boyfriend, Ryan, let her out. It probably only took 5 minutes of unsupervised attention and we now have two new holes to plant in this spring.

It truly amazes me how fast this dog can dig a hole. From nothing to plantable in 30 seconds and I am not exaggerating. We now have holes at home, at my mothers and at my grandmothers salon outside. One might think, “maybe you should supervise your dog more.” I personally think its a good energy release for her, she’s giving my mom and grandma something to do when it gets warm and they holes are not that hard to refill. So I will let Mya be in her natural element and dig all the holes she wants (within reason).

Exhibit A: (this is one from the Hairstop)

Its been a while…

Basically, I started this blog and never posted anything after the first time. More than likely, this is because I got lazy, but I am going to go ahead and blame it on my last semester of my college career. It was so challenging (lie).

So here I am. Fresh college graduate (semester early I must say). Living in a basement. But hey! I am now a waitress/bartender now. Well at least I will be when I prove that I can handle it. I’ve applied for 57 jobs. I’ve heard back from 4. I’ve had 3 phone interviews and 3 face-to-face interviews. Its been two weeks since I have heard from any of them. Weirdly, I’m not worried because I had an enlightenment last week. Yes, I said enlightenment. Then, last night I saw a quote that will sum up my enlightenment with out me trying to explain it.

“The Most Dangerous Risk of All-
The risk of spending your life not doing what you want on the bet you can buy yourself the freedom to do it later.”

So that’s it for my life right now. Mya, on the other hand, is growing up so fast. She weighs about 45 lbs (compared to the 6 lbs she weighed when I got her) & she is a POWER HOUSE! I will soon be looking into walking lessons so I can walk her instead of her walking me. She still sleeps a lot, but not like when she was younger. When she was younger, 2-5 months old, she was extremely timid with other dogs. Even if they were half her size. I’m very glad to say that she has grown out of that stage. Although you can tell that she prefers human interaction, she definitely loves to play with other dogs (Even my grandparents grouchy old Buster).

My goal for now on, is to update this blog daily & add at least two photos a week. This shouldn’t be too hard right?

Here’s the first photo for this week:

I like to think that she is smiling. This photo was taken in September so Mya has grown quite a bit since then.

The start 8/2/12

Mya went to sleep about an hour ago. When I first picked Mya up (6/5/12) I was completely surprised by how much she slept. Although I tried my best to do as much research on puppies and on golden retrievers, none of the books I read or websites I browsed warned me for 18-22 hours of sleep a day. This could say that I was ignorant because she is a puppy (a dog baby). This was Mya the first night I got her:

I’m not going to lie, I was quite the nervous wreck the first two weeks I had her (My boyfriend, Ryan, would say I still am). Even though I have had puppies and dogs growing up, I have always had the assistance of a parent to help. Mya and I have been making it quite well though. Sometimes I wonder if she thinks I over react. In one of the books I read (I believe it was one of Cesar Milan’s) it said to not comfort Mya everytime she falls down for example. Or if she comes up to a cat and the cat hisses or scratches her, it is important for me to not console her immediately so Mya can learn not all cats love her. Its not the easiest thing to do, but anything that helps Mya learn about life- I know is best for her.

Speaking of cats- Carol’s (whom Mya & I have stayed with this summer) daughter, Ashtyn, (whom I consider my little sister) has a cat- Duke. *Back story on Duke: He is quite the wild cat. He loves to hunt and almost every morning has a bird/squirrel/rabbit in the drive way. He is also very partial of other pets such as the neighborhood dogs, Bella and Zelda. When I say partial, I mean dominant. Needless to say, I was extremely worried about how Duke would react to my puppy Mya. Shock be to me, he likes her. It really seems like he knows that she is a puppy. He has never shown harsh aggression to her when she pounces on him and plays. In fact, he plays back!

But Mya and I will continue to go through this journey of life and will be going to college (My last semester) this fall. We will be staying in an apartment and I have made plenty of time in my schedule to take care of her (Thats for you grandma if your reading this!). I also have a good support group of friends who have promised to help if I need it. The move is 9 days away. Most of our stuff is moved into the apartment so that shouldn’t be hard. I am very excited for me and Mya.