Sunday, December 24, 2006

Meet Jarrah

My housemates KP and Scott decided to get a puppy three weeks ago. They’ve always wanted to get a puppy here but I didn’t they actual would, at least not know. There are enough financial obligations as it is but I guess whatever makes you happy. I don’t know if it’s part boredom or something to cheer her up but I came home from prac and there he was. His name is Jarrah, which is such a predictable name considering how obsessed they are about Jarrah wood. Jarrah’s a type of tree only found in WA and people make some really beautiful things with it. Wonderful colour to it.

I haven’t really paid much attention to Jarrah since he’s been here because I’ve been on prac and by the time I get home, it’s just too tiring to play with him. I couldn’t be bothered to talk to people, let alone a puppy. My housemates, his parents, left two days ago to go to New Zealand for two weeks and left Becks to take care of Jarrah. He is such a puppy. I feel like a broken record and following him everywhere to make sure he doesn’t wreck everything in the house. He’s teething right now so he has a tendency to chew EVERYTHING, including my arms.

He can be very cute sometimes but other times just plain annoying. I like talking him on his walks. I’m trying to teach him to catch and fetch the ball. He kind of got the idea of chasing it but does not retrieve it back to you. He’ll get it soon, probably in the next two weeks. Yesterday I decided to go jogging with him. He did pretty well in the morning. I would sprint and he would keep up then he got tired and stopped for a few seconds. Then in a dash he would catch right up again. In the late evening, I took him out again and he kept up for a bit but there were too many distractions. Once he saw another dog, there was no chance of even hearing me.

Some dogs love to play and other dogs hate it. Jarrah’s only 12 weeks old so any dog is a playmate to him. He’ll try to play with any dog and don’t seem to understand when another dog just does not want to play. He’ll keep at it until the other dog gets so annoyed that it starts attacking Jarrah. Then Jarrah thinks they want to play now but it’s not. I have to jump in and try to catch him and put him back on his leash. He doesn’t listen when there are other dogs around. Oh well, he’ll learn. At least he’s already toilet trained.

Here are some pics that I took of him:




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