By yesterday evening I was ready to delete this whole thread. Posting Gibbs' ears myself for the first time was my idea of hell. He got hysterical; I got frustrated. So puppy and I were each cussing the other. I got it done, but not well. One post was out within a couple of hours, so I had to redo it and the bridge. That wasn't quite as bad. He's resigned to putting up with me.
By bedtime both posts were out, and I pretended not to see and left them. However, this morning - encouragement. His ears only looked this way for a short time, of course, but it is helpful to see it and know there's a purpose to this other than puppy torture.
Other than that he's a better-than-expected puppy. Once again he slept all night without a peep, and we got up when I woke up, not when he woke me up. The fact he's 11 weeks, not 8, helps with that, but even so I expected him to get me up in the night for at least a few days in the beginning.
Only one accident in house and so much my fault I could kick myself.
He's not as mouthy as I expected either, which doesn't mean he isn't mouthy, he is. His mouth is relatively soft, though. No bandages on my hands yet.
He's sleeping with his head on my foot as I type this, a good way to endear himself after discovering the bottom shelves of the bookcase and dragging things out for destruction. At least no-chew products seem to impress him, which they never did the Rotties. I swear Teagan was willing to lick the stuff up.
By bedtime both posts were out, and I pretended not to see and left them. However, this morning - encouragement. His ears only looked this way for a short time, of course, but it is helpful to see it and know there's a purpose to this other than puppy torture.

Other than that he's a better-than-expected puppy. Once again he slept all night without a peep, and we got up when I woke up, not when he woke me up. The fact he's 11 weeks, not 8, helps with that, but even so I expected him to get me up in the night for at least a few days in the beginning.
Only one accident in house and so much my fault I could kick myself.
He's not as mouthy as I expected either, which doesn't mean he isn't mouthy, he is. His mouth is relatively soft, though. No bandages on my hands yet.
He's sleeping with his head on my foot as I type this, a good way to endear himself after discovering the bottom shelves of the bookcase and dragging things out for destruction. At least no-chew products seem to impress him, which they never did the Rotties. I swear Teagan was willing to lick the stuff up.