We didn’t have a pet dog when I was growing up, well, when I was old enough to care. Just wasn’t at the top of the list of needs. But I have always been an animal lover. Dogs, cats, birds, horses – I love them all!! So when we finally got the green light to get a dog, I was over the moon. I had all these visions of a well behaved dog accompanying me on my runs, going with me to get the kids from school, camping with the family – all that fun pet owner stuff.
The reality? That stuff is extremely far off, and if we can even get through the puppy biting, crazy stage it will honestly be a miracle. I’m not the first person to have a puppy. I keep saying this to myself over and over. I don’t think I’m a selfish person…???? If you’re a mom, it’s hard to be. But this puppy has me completely frazzled. Because of our family schedules, the brunt of taking care of this little bundle of fluffy happiness is falling on me. Gone are the days of me sitting reading a book, leisurely, staying up late watching Netflix and sleeping in the next morning. That is a luxury you have when your kids get my kid’s ages. But it’s a luxury you promptly give up when becoming a puppy owner.
My days are now filled with squeaky toys, chew sticks, clickers, treats, and potty breaks every 30 minutes. I can tell you the best you tube videos on how to train your puppy and don’t even look at the library for dog training books because I’ve got them all checked out. I’ve stood outside in the middle of the night with rain coming down and lightening lighting up the sky, begging her to take care of her business. I’m sleepily walking her at the break of dawn dreaming of that cup of coffee that is brewing in the pot at home for me. I’m trying to understand her need to dig in the Oklahoma red mud and the bathtub is sparkling clean because of it. My instagram feed and Facebook status’s will most likely begin to annoy people to defriending.
The highlights are she’s only 8 weeks and is ringing the bell when she needs to go to the bathroom…most of the time. She is the cutest thing in the world – when she’s sleeping. And despite the fact I’ve thought almost every day that just maybe we are going to have to give her back, I miss her when I’m gone for the 2 hour max window I can leave her in her crate. I dream of a full night’s sleep and wonder if I’m too old for this.
Izzy…I won’t give you back, you just better hurry up and learn to stop play biting!!!!