I've had Cobber for only a few days, but I already feel like Sisyphus (the guy who is doomed for all eternity to roll a boulder up hill only to have it roll back down).
I know Cobber's a baby, he's 8.5 weeks, and I understand that any time he poops/pees in the house, it's my fault. I get that. And he's actually the 3rd dog I've raised from a puppy, so I'm not totally new to this.
But ... wow! Here's how this morning went. (He's doing great in the crate at night - we get up once at 2am then right back to sleep.) I get up, feed the cats while Cobber's still in his crate being quiet. I let him out and we go straight outside. He pee'd, I praised and treated, he pooped, I praised and treated. He ran to the door and we went inside. And he ran to the base of the cat tree and pooped all over it.
I crated him (no getting mad) so I could clean it all up, then we went back outside. He knocked my coffee over. No biggie, I can make more. We go back inside, he pees.
I'm feeling very much at the end of my rope even though he's been here only 6 days so far. For every good outside potty, there's a backslide inside one I don't see any signals for. I think I'm watching like a hawk, but somehow he manages to pee and poop anyway. I guess I need to crate him more? I feel like that's so unfair to him, but I see no alternative. We spend as much time as possible outside, but the heat gets to both of us after awhile.
Then there's the biting. I'm instantly yelping and putting a plush he likes or a stick or any toy into his mouth. Or trying to divert with a toy before he even looks at my skin. But it's like he wants my flesh more than anything. He deliberately lunges over anything I have in my hand and clamps down on my wrist. From the moment I get up, he's at my shoes and ankles. I don't know how to stop him.Peeling him off while saying No! just makes him growl and try harder. I crate till he calms down, but it starts over as soon as I let him out, no matter what exciting toy or treat I offer.
And all the stuff that we had fun doing the first day or two (walking around the neighborhood) seems uninteresting to him now. He just plops down and doesn't want to go or do anything (except chew on me).
ANYWAY, I could seriously use some cyber reassurance that I'm not the only person who has this set of problems with a new puppy!
The main difference between now and when I had other puppies (besides the fact that all pups are different) is that I'm divorced and on my own now. I was hoping that wouldn't make such a huge difference, but in the past couple days, I've start to seriously wonder if I've made a huge mistake here. I don't want to admit defeat. I want a wonderful companion dog that I know this pup can be. But I'm really feeling down!
Words of encouragement would be so nice to hear