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House Training a Horse

Day 2

This is one of those situations where Archer feels like he's been ours his entire life but here we are, barely 24 hours into the ride.  Much like Charlie, his body leads one to believe he is much older (and therefore wiser) than he actually is at this time.  He walks really nicely on the leash and has seemingly figured out where to poop.  Loves to swipe toys, clothes, shoes, remotes, literally anything not permanently attached to furniture.  We spent a lot of our day saying things like, "Oh Archer, you don't need to wear shoes."  and "Archer!  Leave it! We don't eat beds!"

He is still very much a puppy and I feel like he is going to be so much fun as a playmate for Charlie, once Charlie stops crying every time he tries to play with her.  To be fair, he has a lot of energy (those zoomies were very real tonight) and has an impressive vertical leap.  I can't wait until he has a better understanding of his yard and we can throw the ball around for him, because he is very into the tennis ball.

Archer came to Wisconsin from Alabama and I feel so badly for him as I walk him in the snow.  I know he'll get used to it, but I'm not sure what he thinks about the cold.  It was less than 20 degrees today and I was freezing and I've been in Wisconsin my whole life.  He's also super skinny.  I'm not sure if he's malnourished or just has a ridiculous metabolism so we're eager to take him to the vet this week to learn more about him and what's best.

Porch just informed me that Archer was not neutered, he had a vasectomy which is... an interesting thing. It means Archer still has the testosterone and we will still have the humping and red rocket situation.  I'm just waiting to deflect that conversation to Porch when Charlotte asks what that thing is.  Pass.

Do you have a male pup?  Would you neuter now?  He's 2 years old.  I'd love to hear your feedback.

Ugh.  He just peed on the floor after being outside multiple times.  Porch brought up an excellent point -- we don't know if the owners before us had any animals.  What if Archer is smelling them in the carpet and marking his territory?!  WHAT THE F*@#?!  I'll take potty training a human being any day.
So skinny!!!


Number of pee accidents:  1.5 (he was really excited to see me this morning and peed a little)
Number of poop accidents:  0
Number of non-food items swiped and walked away with:  4758


xo
Mama Porch

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