I can give a big thank you to my boyfriend for the inspiration behind this post, since it is all we’ve been dealing with lately.
Last August I brought my baby home for the first time. It was spontaneous, it was not planned, and it certainly wasn’t in the budget for me to bring Champ home. Champ is a shihtzu/teacup poodle and he is my everything. I gave all my love to this dog, and never in a million years did I think that I would be adding ANOTHER puppy to my small family. Alas, we are now a family of four. Odie is home. Odie is a f1b goldendoodle, with the bladder the size of chick pea. He is 8 weeks old now and I’ve never seen a dog so small, poop so big (or so often).
Unlike Champ, Odie is still so young and not potty trained that he is awake at all hours of the night, every single night. Which leaves little time for sleep, and makes for a miserable next day. It hasn’t been bad yet, but potty training Champ used to cause the worst fights between Klein and I. I just didn’t like the idea of my dog getting in trouble, it broke my heart.
Between keeping up with two dogs, trying to catch up on sleep, taking summer class, and working constantly, there isn’t much time for anything else. I mean literally, anything else, sometimes I find it hard to make time to go to the grocery store and hello, this girl gotta eat!
Where, at one time in Klein and I’s relationship, our love and attention was focused on each other 100% of the time, the focus is now shared between our fur babies; they are more high maintenance then this princess could ever be. Dealing with these two every day has shown me that I do not want real babies of my own for quite some time. So if you’re ever having baby fever when you know you really shouldn’t be, come spend a day/night at my house, you’ll change your mind pretty damn quick.