We’re coming up on 2am and I’ve barely done any non-editing/non-web-based work since last Tuesday night. You see, I made the decision to get a puppy a few weeks back, and he finally came home on the 29th (of June). I’ve been exhausted taking care of him and trying to instill some sense of discipline. And making sure he doesn’t eat the cat. I can’t believe it hasn’t even been a week yet.
I know it’s nowhere near as tough or as difficult as parenting a child, but it’s the closest I know and a hell of a lot of work. Couple that with the fact that I feel like a failure most of the day when I’m not getting through and he’s acting a fool; I’m constantly tense. It’s only when he gets some crate time or finally goes to sleep at night (when I put him in his crate and ignore him, which he’ll pay me back for by getting me up at 6am) that I get to exhale. That’s a literal description of my days. There’s literally never a moment where I breathe and go, “Aaaaah, this isn’t so bad,” if he’s up and around. He’s on me, under my feet, biting me, biting Cookie, getting into something he shouldn’t or having an accident 18 hours a day.
I haven’t been able to do any real writing since I got him. It’s frustrating because I haven’t written, and frustrating because I wasn’t sure I was ever going to again. Hill hit me with a pass on a treatment this afternoon and I hadn’t been able to get at it for hours. I put him to bed a little earlier tonight and had time to do a revision (starting on it after midnight I think) and fire it back over to him. He whined for a minute when I first put him in, then it was smooth sailing. A moment of peace. I’m breathing and he’s not crying. I can get used to this.
It’s only a matter of time before he’s trained and I’m missing that little puppy that used to be all about me (and biting me) every second of every day. I’m trying to take stock of these times since I know I’ll miss them when they’re gone, but it’s trying.
Here’s Bender, since I know someone would ask to see him:
Need sleep, although I just realized I don’t think I picked up his last poop. Never a dull moment…
Updated: I was right, I left poop on the lawn. I’m not really complaining. The puppy is awesome, he really is but he’s a puppy and that means he’s stressing me, hence this post. He’ll get more awesome once he’s trained. Now that his poop has been dealt with, I came in to find this on my chair…
Cookie is awesome.