Hello, so I am very happy to say that there have been no accidents, or chewed belongings. He knows how to sit and his name most of the time. He is used to walking on a leash but we will need to work on his manners here. Being a proud new dog mom I have to say that I think he seems very smart. It would have been my choice to have my last dog Spud train this new pup on how to be a good dog( cause I thought he was the best dog in the world) But his last year he was diagnosed with bone cancer and I didn't want to have a wild new dog upsetting him. After I had to euthanised Spud the house was very empty so now I have Theo. I think he will be a good boy full of his own unique charms. Theo says Woof back

Its so nice to see faces with the names, and even nicer to see roses with the faces. Im Renee, 49, a history professor married to Mike, an archaeologist. We live in Simi Valley on a semi-rural half-acre lot in the house grandpa built (I use the term "built" loosely), which we have slowly rebuilt over the last ten years. No kids. We have a twenty-eight-toed orange cat, named Sam; a yellow lab named Sam; two Wyandotte chickens named Quasimodo and Blanche; and a pond full of goldfish of which only a few have been graced with identities. Mike also feeds an assortment of finches, scrub jays, and fence lizards, the last of which now run up to people with sandals on and bite the toes to make the toes cough up mealworms. My mother gave me the gardening bug and shes still my main enabler. I spent my years in college planting seeds in dry, narrow, dark apartment "beds" or balcony pots, shuffling pitchers of water to them from the kitchen sink. Since then, I have remained an astonishingly ignorant and lazy gardener with no foresight or sense of planning. My garden has grown in an entirely haphazard fashion over the years and makes no sense in terms of high-water/low water needs, design principles, shade/sun needs, color combos, irrigation systems I never cared for roses. The roses I knew as a kid were left to their own devices on the edges of unkempt Bermuda lawns, so that the grass would grow up through the rose and the lone juniper or zonal geranium next to it. Ick. Then I started looking at the photos in the Rose Gallery. Yeah. I dug a new bed and planted it with roses; Mike built new arbors for roses, I am talking my both neighbors into planting roses in the middle of a drought. This forum has saved me from making several serious mistakes, and I thank all of you for your suggestions and wisdom. I am also heartened by your stories of how to cope with disability and continue to garden. Hooray for the Rose Forum! Me and the Girls (RIP, Audrey Hepburn) New Rose Bed with Julia Child and Marmalade Skies: Showbiz Bed: When my "Pinkie" climber gets a bit bigger, I'll post a photo of the arbor.

My dog was about a year old and trained very well when I got her. I noticed though that she was beginning to do things, I think, out of separation axiety. Since she was house broken I tried to work without the crate. Then I noticed that she was purposely doing things - jumping on kitchen counter and trash can episodes, when I would leave the house. I actually caught her doing it right after she thought I had left ( I closed door but didn't leave). She was at it, right away. I ended up getting the crate, but still resisted using it until it was just obvious I couldn't leave her out all day anymore. At first she refused to even smell it, much less enter it. I started using treats - I put her in there and used "Stay", and would give her treats. Now, piece of cake. She watches my actions in the morning - getting ready for work on weekdays. When I put shoes on and head out of my room, she RUNS to the crate because she knows I'm leaving. I've even reduced the treats to almost none, and she still does it. I can always tell when she's done something "bad" - she RUNS to the crate and crawls under her blankie. I've heard most dogs love the crate, once they get used to it. It's a safe harbor, I guess. I will say though that my Bijon HATED his crate. He never got used to it, and ruined it with "going" in it all the time. I didn't know at the time how to work with Bijon's - they are difficult. Now though I think it would work. I don't have him any longer because my job took me out of town and I couldn't take him. But I miss him terribly. Best wishes, and don't worry. Your puppy will still love you like crazy - especially when you get home and open that crate door.

Your grandpuppyson is as cute as can be. Labs are great dogs. I've never seen a white one either. The one we had was black....Yogi P. Bear...the "P" was what he did on the carpet until he was housebroken. LOL Give him some loving for me.