sharkdive1
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Night one with a 4-month old, untrained rescue pup. It’s 1.30am and we’ve had to clean the crate out because she pooped and managed to cover herself and her bedding. I can’t leave her side else she starts howling.
Did I mention I have three kids? Youngest is 8 weeks. I’m just praying he sleeps through the night so I don’t have to leave the dog.
What on earth were we thinking… I know exactly how much hard work a pup is. I didn’t romantise it, I have only ever had dogs through my mum who ended up surrendering them shortly after getting them. I knew it would be tough but, I didn’t expect to feel so doggone overwhelmed by the enormity of it.
I keep having waves of complete anxiety and regret. One moment I’m thinking, oh I’ll just be really consistent with training and it’ll be fine? And next I’m having a flashback to me sitting in a chair feeding my baby while the dog is running after my 19 month old who has pizza in his hand. I’ve been crying since we went to bed, she lasted 20 min in her crate before soiling everywhere and it ruined the dog bed I bought her.
What happens when my baby is crawling? Learning to walk? Where does the dog go? She’s already quite large, and we don’t have enough space in our house for a decent penned play area for my baby. What happens when everyone has gastro? Or the baby is cluster feeding? Or I’ve been up all night between children and want to nap during the day? Or I have a dentist appointment I can’t go to because she still can’t be alone? I struggle being needed 24/7, my mental health takes a serious nosedive when I can’t do anything other than look after people (or pets).
My husband is the dog person of the family, he grew up with them and so wants our kids to have the same experience. Ironically so, because the dog is basically stuck to my hip. Won’t go anywhere with him willingly but heeds my direction straight away.
I love the idea of doggy play dates with her sister across the road. Having a dog that the kids can throw balls for. But I’d be happy without them, it’s really my husbands dream to have a dog. I mean, maybe I’d like something small and fluffy in the future, but we have a staff x Neapolitan x beardie x mastiff.
He has said he’ll return pup to the centre tomorrow morning. Part of me feels relieved. Part of me feels heartbroken and like I don’t want him to. What do I do?
Did I mention I have three kids? Youngest is 8 weeks. I’m just praying he sleeps through the night so I don’t have to leave the dog.
What on earth were we thinking… I know exactly how much hard work a pup is. I didn’t romantise it, I have only ever had dogs through my mum who ended up surrendering them shortly after getting them. I knew it would be tough but, I didn’t expect to feel so doggone overwhelmed by the enormity of it.
I keep having waves of complete anxiety and regret. One moment I’m thinking, oh I’ll just be really consistent with training and it’ll be fine? And next I’m having a flashback to me sitting in a chair feeding my baby while the dog is running after my 19 month old who has pizza in his hand. I’ve been crying since we went to bed, she lasted 20 min in her crate before soiling everywhere and it ruined the dog bed I bought her.
What happens when my baby is crawling? Learning to walk? Where does the dog go? She’s already quite large, and we don’t have enough space in our house for a decent penned play area for my baby. What happens when everyone has gastro? Or the baby is cluster feeding? Or I’ve been up all night between children and want to nap during the day? Or I have a dentist appointment I can’t go to because she still can’t be alone? I struggle being needed 24/7, my mental health takes a serious nosedive when I can’t do anything other than look after people (or pets).
My husband is the dog person of the family, he grew up with them and so wants our kids to have the same experience. Ironically so, because the dog is basically stuck to my hip. Won’t go anywhere with him willingly but heeds my direction straight away.
I love the idea of doggy play dates with her sister across the road. Having a dog that the kids can throw balls for. But I’d be happy without them, it’s really my husbands dream to have a dog. I mean, maybe I’d like something small and fluffy in the future, but we have a staff x Neapolitan x beardie x mastiff.
He has said he’ll return pup to the centre tomorrow morning. Part of me feels relieved. Part of me feels heartbroken and like I don’t want him to. What do I do?