12 weeks of fits and tantrums, I mean Fitz.

He's very opinionated, feisty, relentless, cuddly, cute, silly, brave, fearless, confident, sassy, endlessly happy, never-tiring, smart-smart-smart, need-teethed little monster. That is Mr. Fitz. Did I mention cute?


I'm learning to know when his best training times are with him: mid afternoon and evening (sometimes 11pm when he decides to go feral). He is not a morning dog! If we train in the morning it is very fast and very short. I'm learning so much every day, and every day is changes. I'm loving the adventure.


Many life lessons .... he has met 60 ish people, 30 ish dogs - none of which he considers to be strangers. He is a friendly, outgoing guy. He has been to many places, many surfaces, on elevators, ridden trollies, walked in hugely busy areas with people and traffic, and he travels well. Nothing phases him. We live in a new area and there is so much construction: loud trucks, nail guns, banging ... he's OK with it all. Hopefully it stays that way.

Body awareness: he loves shaping games on the wobble boards, discs and pods - we are working on building excitement and he seems to be coming right along.

He has worked through many "don't wanna, don't hafta" moments in the presence of treats and toys - and I'm always switcihng things up to seem what really works and doesn't, making lists of his hierarchy of motivators is a HUGE help. I can see already where I've gone wrong with my other dogs, things I'm trying to do better with this new little sharp-toothed sponge.

He is an absolute joy in our house, not sure how we would be getting by without him. Him an Gyp LOVE eachother, play like crazy, and it just warms my heart that they have eachother. Gyp isn't much of a sister figure to him - she is more of a mother hen :)

Here is a video of a bit of what Fitz has been up to ...