Life with a puppy is seldom dull. Copper is keeping us on our toes as he tries to establish his role in the house...and we try to help him learn that he's got to accept being the Omega in our pack.
A recent discussion in a board I frequent online is prompting this post this morning so pardon me as I ramble a bit....
I'm having a tough time with Copper. I'm very in 'like' with him but am finding it nearly impossible not to compare him with Hunter. I think maybe I acted too soon in getting another dog when I'm clearly not done mourning Hunter. I thought that getting another sweet faced hound would help me heal but I don't know that it is. To add to this, Copper isn't bonding to me. He challenges me daily and, aside from not listening to me, tries to jockey me for pack position all the time. This is especially hard because Hunter was my dog - he listened to me best, he went with me wherever I went, he would cuddle with me constantly, he was my baby. Now there's Copper and he acts as though he couldn't care less about me.
We'll be starting obedience classes soon and I'm hoping that as we work together more he'll become more bonded to me and a better member of the household. I really do hope so.
I wish I'd waited. I wish I didn't miss Hunter so much it hurts. I wish....
