08/31/2026
9 WEEK STOUT UPDATE🧡
We’ve officially had Stout for 9 weeks and I feel like we’re finally REALLY getting to know this little dude. He now has a few solid nicknames, he’s slowly understanding that Porter is in charge 😅 and he is officially in school aka training.
And one thing I’ve learned? Stout picks s**t up WAY faster than Porter does. 😂 I show him something once or twice and he’s basically like “got it mom, I’m on it”
He FINALLY walks on a loose leash, which is huge considering when we first got him he didn’t walk on a leash… he sprinted... 😂 Just launching himself and sprinting in completely random directions like a little coconut.
He is also INSANELY agile. This dog can launch himself straight up into the air like he has springs for legs. He now sees Sarah and absolutely loses his mind with excitement, which makes me so happy because in the beginning he was very much like “Mom… who the f is this?” 😂
The grumbles are happening less and less. He no longer guards his crate 🙌🏻 although his Pupsicle and food bowls are still VERY important possessions, so we’re continuing to work on those at his pace.🧡
And underneath all of it, he is just the sweetesttt mush. He wants hugs. He wants cuddles. He wants to melt into the couch with you 24/7. Meanwhile Porter is like OKAY BUT WHAT ARE WE DOING NEXT?! They could not be more opposite.And I think that’s been the biggest thing I’ve learned these past 9 weeks.
When we first brought Stout home, I caught myself constantly comparing him to Porter. How Porter learned something. How Porter behaved. What Porter liked. What worked for Porter.
But Stout isn’t Porter. And Porter isn’t Stout.
They’re two completely different dogs, and I’m learning a whole new dog all over again. I’ve also realized just how much of a handful Porter actually is 😂 and how much work we’ve put into learning how to manage all of that strength, energy and happiness in a way that lets him be happy while still having control. Now we’re figuring out what Stout needs.
Nine weeks in and we’re still learning each other …but holy molyyyyy do I love this cuddly, spring loaded lit
