The dog…the puppy, she is just 6 months old, is now mine. She was my daughters, but that lasted just a few weeks.
The puppy is work. More work when I already have enough work. She is a dog that needs space, movement , and active learning. She can be sweet and loving and funny. She also nips and chews and jumps when she is bored or wants your attention. She is smart…too much so that I see her watching and thinking of what item to mouth that will get the attention of the person she wants the most. (Right now she has my walking shoes…dork!)
She is too young to really understand, or even care, about the ramifications of what she chews or does. She is young enough where training needs to be daily and came be frustrating, because all she really wants is to be free and just run.
I am struggling wondering if we are the right family, if we can provide her what she needs.
I am struggling because she challenges me to making time to walk, to exert the confidence needed to be her pack mama, and to having the patience to be loving and firm….not just totally frustrated because today it’s all just not working.
I have walked dogs for the humane society and I just can’t bear the thought of her caged and scared.
So as she sits here chewing the robe I now gave her…I somehow know that she is good for me. She is forcing me to be stronger. To excercise, and to learn more patience.
I feel like I am still holding my breath…but either way, it’s time for that walk.