Remember this cute little bundle of loving fuzz? So cute. So affectionate. So adorable. Until ...
Yes. Who knew puppies experience that span of notable juvenile malfeasance known as the Terrible Twos? Okay, he isn't two years old, but let me tell you this. There are times when there is a question about whether he will actually make it to one. Well, maybe it isn't quite that bad. Still ...
First, and foremost, Mochi is going through the dreaded 'No' stage. You remember that stage, don't you? The one that entails things like, 'No, I won't come, and you can't make me.', 'No, I don't want to eat. I would rather play.', 'No, I don't want to go to bed now. I need to pester Cabra.', No, I don't want to go pee. I am too busy with this stick.' And so forth and so on ... and on ... and on .... and on ...
Of course he has his good moments. Sometimes that affectionate little Dr. Jekyll snuggles up to you, or licks your face, or actually comes running when he is called. But then that evil miscreant, Hyde, takes over, prompting fits of the Zoomies (Remember those?) through every muddy puddle in sight, or, to Cabra's dismay, inducing drive-bys while she is trying to do, as they say in Texas, her 'bidness'.
But the worst?
Mochi discovered the U'r Duck Hai. And it is another of those situations fraught with indecision. On the one hand he is consumed by a curiosity driving him to expand his boundaries. On the other, he is still that scared little puppy man. What to do? Enter the doggie version of the Terrible Twos. We run at them so they scatter and fly and then we drop back. You know. Just to be on the safe side. Oy, as Marigold would say.
I have read this stage lasts perhaps until they are nine months old. Well, hey, at least it isn't two years. Nine months or two years, as Jerry Seinfeld said, "Having a two year old is like having a blender without a lid."
Uh. Huh.
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