Part 3: The Arrival | The 18-Month Wait Ends: Theory Meets Practice

By the time we pulled into the driveway, the research phase had well and truly finished. As a first-time dog mum, the lead-up to this day was often harrowing. An exhausting amount of noise online had to be sifted through, filtering out ‘wannabe experts’ to find educators who actually valued substance.

Over the past eighteen months, I built a foundation of knowledge from trainers who resonated with my need for logic and structure. The plan was clear: I had committed to the methods of Zak George, McCann Dog Training and Susan Garrett , while keeping OneMind Dogs and DogsThat in my back pocket for the precision of future agility.

Plans are one thing; reality is another. I found myself in an unexpected predicament on the drive home. My original plan, and the name I had settled on, was for a little blue merle named Milo. However, sometimes reality requires a pivot; for reasons that only became clear at the very last moment, Milo wasn’t the puppy coming home with me.

Instead, I was driving home with a nameless puppy, waiting for serendipity to step in.

I knew I needed to see him in my own space before I could truly ‘know’ him. The moment I held this incredibly cuddly, soft ‘little brown bear’ in our home, I realised that while I had planned for a different puppy, I had ended up with exactly the soul I needed. Monte was the only choice. It felt classic and sophisticated, yet undeniably warm.

What started as a difficult pivot now feels like it was meant to be all along

Because we live in a tri-level home with two resident cats, “winging it” was never an option. My strategy was built on one core principle: Environment Management. Before Monte even arrived, I had transformed the house into controlled zones to keep the transition smooth for everyone. This included:

  • Two Puppy Pens: One on each main living level to ensure he was never “free-roaming” without supervision.
  • Two Crates: Tucked away in quiet low-traffic areas as his predictable sanctuaries.

This wasn’t just about containment; it was about creating a safe space where the cats could observe this new intruder from a distance without feeling like their world had been turned upside down.

Then there was the housetraining. My research told me that consistency was the only way through. I kept the strategy incredibly simple but stayed militantly disciplined.

The rule was absolute: After every sleep, every meal, and every play session, Monte went on the leash.

Regardless of the hour, even at 2 AM, we walked to the exact same section of the garden. Rain or freezing cold, it didn’t matter. I used a bespoke command, a specific cue for him to do his business, and I waited. It was a 24-hour cycle of repetition. I was no longer just reading about dog training; I was living it, one leash-led garden trip at a time.


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