Oh, who are we kidding, it’s always dog day around here.

Scout is, believe it or not, 9 1/2 months old. And she’s completely out of control. Not in a bad way – she still knows all her commands, she’s sweet as can be – but when puppy brain and hormones hit all of that goes out the window.

Luckily, what I learned from Bixby is that this will pass and the best thing to do is go with it. If she’s too crazy I put her in her crate until her brain calms down. If we are out walking, she has to sit next to me while Bixby gets loved on by strangers. Not to punish her, but the extra stimulation sets her off and then all the petting reinforces bad behavior. She gets lots of praise and pets from me while she sits.

But there were a few days last week when even Bixby had his fill. He refused to play with her, would only go outside if she was in. I think it was a little peer pressure to get her to calm. the. heck. down. Not sure it worked, but they are back to normal this weekend.

On a personal note, this is about the age when Bailey came to live with us, so I find myself at odd moments very sad. Then Scout jumps on me or Bixby hugs me and my world is brighter again.

Meanwhile, shout-out to my friends and family for their patience with her. I know it’s not easy to have 100 lbs leaping at you with abandon.

My house is never dull.

I suppose the cats will want equal blog time….

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