As much as I hate to admit it I don’t think Kevin and I can take as much (if any) credit for the canine/baby harmony that has taken place. I am pretty sure I have got my pugs figured out.
Here Kevin and I were giving ourselves a pat on the back for giving our pugs an attitude adjustment when it came to our expanding family. I mean there are tv shows, careers, books and classes all focused on dog obedience, especially when adding a baby to the family and here we had won the baby war in a week. Yeah, we were a little satisfied with our dog training selves.
Living with the pugs after their submission I now know the real reason behind their acceptance. Respect.
Bringing Noah home in the first week they thought they still ran this place and had it all figured out. Then slowly they realized that Noah may have more power than they originally thought and so began their retreat.
The pugs baby bewilderment has them pretty much saying, WTF?
Case and point: screaming. We have a handy dandy little pug stopper in our house, my BFF the squirt bottle. Blue man (mail man) comes to the house – bark bark bark – squirt – silence. Door bell rings – bark bark bark – squirt – silence. Cat dares to trek through the pug zone – bark chase bark chase – chase the stampede of animals and squirt – save the cat and silence – win, win. The squirt bottle is my saving grace. It is my humane way of checking my pugs. So imagine their awe when Noah screams and screeches louder than any bark they could muster up and not only do we not squirt him but we coddle and comfort him.
Then there is the bodily fluid double standard. They have seen Noah, get us with pee, poop and projectile vomit and we don’t tell him no and put him out in the yard. They know poo or pee in the house, let alone on mom and dad = end of pug love. Taking this especially hard is Humphrey. Humphrey got a little too close to a diaper change and got hit with some tinkle. Not only did the baby mark him, but we may have laughed a little at his expense annnd the said tinkle brought on a very unwanted bath. Pug ego peed on and bruised.
Sleep is another touchy situation. With early wake up calls for work the pugs know sleep time is quiet time. A time they love, relish in and adore. Quiet time means pug cuddle time. Not now. Now sleep is on Noah time. Bed time is anything but quiet time now. We still cuddle the crap out of the dogs but they aren’t fans of the constant baby interruption. The pugs look at us in horror when not only do we not put Noah outside the door during a crying fit and tell him to be quiet but we feed him and cuddle him. They are perturbed by the fact that we snap right out of sleep and right to his needs and the fact that he is very rudely disrupting their REM cycle. For the first time in their lives would prefer anywhere other than our bed to sleep. Anything to get away from the 12am, 2am, 4am, 6am wake up calls. They sleep with us until the night time feedings get to be too much of a bother and then they retreat to more preferred sleep locations (ie: with no baby) the couch, floor, bath tub or the occasional laundry basket.
They did not succumb to Noah because of us. Oh,no. They surrendered to his power. We may be alpha over the pugs (ok, not really but it is my blog and I will type what I want) but Noah is alpha over all of us.