This week I hit my breaking point with our puppy, Toby. I knew having a puppy wouldn’t be easy, but I didn’t know it would be one of the hardest things I have ever done.
I love him, but ughhhh…. he is so difficult.
I have never had a puppy because I adopted my other dog, Tippy, as an older dog that was fully trained and ready to sleep all day next to me. Toby, on the other hand, hasn’t sat still in 6 months.
I know I probably sound like a terrible mother right now, but I also know that I can’t be the only person who has ever thought having a puppy is difficult.
God, I hope I’m not the only one. That would be awkward.
This week I came home from a long day at work to Toby greeting me at the door with a big grin on his face. A grin on Toby’s face either means he just sniffed Tippy’s butt, or he just did something bad. I already knew something was wrong since he was out of his cage. I walked into the house to find toilet paper shredded all over the floor and piles of poo everywhere. I called Eric and told him to put an ad in the paper to sell Toby, immediately. I had hit my limit. Eric tells me once a day that he wants to get rid of him when we wake up to his high pitch bark, but of course when I finally agreed, his only response was to look at me with his big brown eyes and say, ‘But, but…..but he’s our faaammmmillllyyyyy.”
This is why I love Eric. He always does the right thing, and he always puts our family first. Eric has so much good in him and I just keep hoping some of that will rub off on me. I mean, it’s not that I’m not a good person or that I don’t do the right thing. It’s just that I always think about doing the wrong thing first. Eric just makes me better, and I’m so glad he stood up for our faaaammmmillllyyyyy. Toby is a great dog and I’m excited to have him forever.
Plus, Toby is in our Christmas card photo so we have to at least keep him through the holidays.
Don’t judge me.