After being shaken up by my shopping adventure I should have known to stay home and regroup. Instead we went out to get the new puppy yesterday. Then, on the way home, we had to visit the pet store to get
The new puppy, Sam Tater Salad, is a wonderful little guy. He snuggles (shup Misty), romps, chews on our feet.. does everything a puppy does. He's only had one accident inside and that's because I wasn't paying attention. The other times he's gone to the door and "asked" to go out. Amazing.
BUT. Change is hard for me. Bear with me, because I've told this story before...
Back when I was seriously housebound with agoraphobia, I was so bad off I couldn't step out my back door. I couldn't step onto my porch most days to even check the mail. One day, during that time, I decided to rearrange the living room furniture. I got about halfway through before becoming overwhelmed with all the CHANGE and disarray.
I retreated to my desk chair and sat there holding myself, rocking and crying until my seventeen year old daughter came home. As she walked through the door I cried out, "Put it all back!"
And she did.
Yeah, my kids kinda went through Hell with me when I was like this.
As adorable as Sam Tater Salad is, he also brings CHANGE. My routine has changed. I need to be alert to what he's doing (chewing on). I have to watch him and remember when puppies need to go out... upon waking, after eating.
Just a sec. He's chewing one of hubby's slippers.
OK.. I successfully diverted his attention with one of his
I know this is all to be expected when getting a puppy. I am ready and willing to do it because I know in the long run it will be more than worth it. I know HE is worth it.
In the meantime though.. well.. *Twitch*