But mostly my dog.
Report from daycare: he loved everybody, he played nonstop, he was corrected by other dogs “several times,” and at naptime he barked in his crate A LOT.
So: a solid C student! I couldn’t ask for more.
p.s. We got home at 5:15 last night. He ate dinner, took a nap, woke up once to go potty, put himself to bed, and slept until 6:30 this morning. Now it’s 8:30 a.m. and he’s napping again of his own volition. So yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.
My dood: 15 weeks old & 24 pounds. Look at the size of those mitts! He’s awkward and gawky and floppy and he drives me insane and I love him so much. Next week he gets to try doggy day care and go swimming for the first time, god bless us everyone.
We are both alive! This dog is a true delight but sometimes I’m ready to hand him off to strangers on the street. Let me break it down for you:
Potty training: A+ (no doubt because I work at home and take him out once an hour when he’s not sleeping)
Sleeping: A- (he wakes up between 4:30 - 5:30 a.m. daily but seldom during the night)
Eating: A+ (aka HIGHLY MOTIVATED)
Chewing: Glass. Metal. Wood. Stone. Earth. Wind. Fire.
Crate tolerance: D
Spatial awareness/private time tolerance: F
General outlook & puppiness: ☀️
He’s only 11 weeks old, to be fair, so overall I award him an A. Sometimes that stands for “asshole,” but surely he would say the same about me. I harsh his mellow on an hourly basis.
Life these past three weeks has compressed and expanded. It’s just me and the first thing that has ever needed just me. I’m learning as I watch him, as I suppose he is learning about me: my inconsistencies, my flaws, the limits of my patience. Puppy blues are a real and honest thing, and the only way out is through. People were not lying about this! There have been some low, low moments. But I think about this, from Cup of Jo, all the time:
Says Caitlin on should we get a dog: “I’m a huge Gretchen Rubin fan, and she had similar reservations when her two daughters asked for a dog. Ultimately, she chose to go for it, and I think often about her decision in my own life. She said, ‘Have trouble deciding whether or not to choose a course of action? Like — whether or not to get a dog? Try this: Choose the bigger life.’ I already have a dog, but ‘choose the bigger life’ is still so powerful for me. It applies to everything — going on that run you’re dreading, moving to a new city. Choose the bigger life, Joanna!”
I did that, finally. And I do. And then I look at this face:
Followed by puppy has a bath
Sorry, people. This is real life now.
Two more weeks & this snout is mine: