Quote Originally Posted by aly View Post
Does anyone have any idea when she should start settling down and turning into a normal dog? We had her so worn out last night, she was quiet and calm- it was soooo nice. Then she was up at 5 am starting all sorts of trouble. Is there a magic number? 12 months? 18 months? please!? She's lucky she's so darn cute.
My girls would stir at 5:57 a.m. for no reason--until they turned 1 1/2. Then they settled down a little. You may need to toss her a tennis ball before you go to work and give her a Kong or Nylabone hard chew bone to keep her pacified. Don't give up! She's just a busy girl. Maybe she can vacuum for you.

Maybe this will make you feel a little better:

From an unknown poet...

Why own a dog? There's a danger you know,
You can't own just one, for the craving will grow.
There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the danger.
While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger.

One dog is no trouble, and two are so funny.
The third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey.
The fifth one's delightful, the sixth one's a breeze,
You find you can live with a houseful of ease.

So how 'bout another? Would you really dare?
They're really quite easy but, oh, Lord the hair!
With dogs on the sofa and dogs on the bed,
And crates in the kitchen, it's no bother.

They're really no trouble, their manners are great.
What's one more dog and just one more crate?
The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty,
The floor is all footprints, the furniture dusty.

The housekeeping suffers, but what do you care?
Who minds a few noseprints and a little more hair?
So let's keep a pu ppy, you can always find room,
And a little more time for the dust cloth and broom.

Your folks never visit, few friends come to stay,
Except other "dog folks" who live the same way.
Your lawn has now died, and your shrubs are dead too,
But your weekends are busy, you're off with the crew.

There's dog food and vitamins, training and shots.
And entries and travel and motels which cost lots.
Is it worth it you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?
Then that favorite one comes and climbs in your lap!