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Atlas, need an Atlas!

 We brought home our little Atlas, a German Shorthaired Pointer puppy, last night. What a bundle of insanity; as I write this I am looking at him behind a little gate-type enclosure, and he is decibel painful! Same decibels that he was at last night; how can so much "I'm dying" come out of something so cute! So far, he's fallen asleep on my wife, myself, and my youngest. Such a sweet puppy, a few accidents, but nothing major, I believe we would have avoided all accidents if it weren't 7 effin degrees and snowing outside. It's only meant to be a balmy 20-ish degrees for a week! AHHHHH! I have been doing mental stress tests about this for a while, and nowhere in my chaos thinking did I think Denver would become a tundra for a sustained period. I guess that's the definition of anti-fragile. And my planning was not but is becoming. My wife and I had to be up about every three hours last night for 30 ish minutes, calming him down, allowing him to fall asleep on our laps, then a gentle transfer into the crate; after 10 minutes of insanity crying downstairs, we gave up on the "let him cry it out." We had a little compassion for him and understood his whole world just changed, no more brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, or mothers. And we just ripped him away from it all. So we tried to research, yes while he's howling like he's gonna die, "what do we do?!" No, where in the training does it say to "rescue" your dog, you will train him to train you so that howling gets attention. BRUTAL, so we went against the advice and said, for three days, we will just plain old spoil him rotten! And that's what we are doing. 

One of the first things he did was climb right through the pen slats I made; so frustrating, then with the 7 degrees, the room fell below the 45 degrees I read about being the floor, so frustrating, so middle of the night last night we are trying to figure out where he will sleep, how to introduce him to the kennel, as it was my assumption that he would be in his pen with the kennel in the pen open, left open for him to feel free and get used to the kennel, well throw that out, and just shove him in and hope for the best, that sucked, didn't work, brought the kennel up to the room, hoped with him in our room would work, didn't work so we just spoiled him had him fall asleep on our lap, transferred to a kennel, and woke up with him each time he woke up to take him outside in frigid temps. Don't get me wrong, he's rad, but this is HARD!

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