I’d Rather Have a Newborn

Last weekend, I caved and we got a puppy.  Ken has wanted one for a while and now that we are settled in the new house, it made sense.  The boys have never wanted a dog, but once they saw this one, Coop and Cole were begging us to take him home.  Ken also said that he wanted the boys to have a dog in their life as he grew up with dogs, so in a weak moment, I agreed.

I have only had one dog in my life and he was great…an amazing dog. But when we had our dog, life was different.  I worked outside of the house and had a break from the puppy stage.  I also did not have two little boys and was much younger.

It’s only been six days, but my life has gotten much harder.  I can’t believe I agreed to get a dog when my life was already crazy.  Nothing against the puppy, he is just young and well…a puppy.  I forgot how much work a puppy really is and throw a six-year old, a four-year old, work, volunteering at the schools and training for my half marathon, and I am drowning fast.

It’s funny, when people hear that we got puppy, they will say, “Oh, it’s like you have a newborn!”  Honestly, I would much rather have a newborn!

I love animals…heck, I am a vegetarian because of my caring about animals, but something has happened to me since I had my kids.

Coop and Cole are my world and they are my focus.  I really try hard to not miss out on time with them as they are growing up so fast.  And this dog is taking my time from them.  I can’t believe I am saying this, but I look at this cute little puppy and all I see is WORK!  It's like my love for animals has diminished.  I have heard women say that their relationship with their pets change once they have kids.  I never thought it would happen to me.

I am sure it will get easier, but will I ever find love for the dog?  I don't know.  Right now, I'm wishing we had a new born baby rather than a puppy.

Oh, and by the way, Coop and Cole who were begging for the puppy now could care less.  I should have recognized the same begging I was getting for the puppy is what I hear for a candy bar, and they get over it when I say NO.

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