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: