Life since we’ve brought home Kili has been a whirlwind. We are both new to raising a puppy and if this is any indication of us raising a kid, well then I’m not sure how that bodes for you. Just ask your Aunt Sharon or Mr. Priestley.
We aren’t sure why everyone keeps commenting “Oh my goodness I can’t wait for you to have kids”, but it’s somewhat alarming. I’ll admit it, Kili is as much a puppy as she is a child of the Internet. Your mother and I google every question we come across: “How do you potty train a puppy outside?”, “How long can a puppy hold her pee?”, “How do you know whether your puppy has separation anxiety?”, “Why does my puppy shit on the wood floor?”
And then there’s all the bits where if I were watching myself and your mother in a fishbowl, I’d scratch my head just like the others. We will wake up at 2am and 4am even if Kili is sleeping to make her go eliminate because the thought of all that urine filling her tiny bladder like a ripe water balloon is too much for us. I also frequently wipe Kili’s butt (your mother just cheers me on from the sidelines) after she goes poo – your mother doesn’t want her rubbing the poo on our floors and I don’t want her running around with itchy butt.
Your mother and I haven’t really fought since Kili came home with us (we fought once for ten minutes). Perhaps it’s because we are so preoccupied with Kili, but I think the truth is closer to us just being too tired to bother. So I guess that’s a good thing. The bad thing is that we are also too tired at the end of the night to have sex too. When I go to bed now, my mind is only on how many hours of sleep I will get before I have to go let her out.
But your mom reminds me that we really need to work on you so that you and Kili can grow up together. I just want to get her potty trained outside first.