It’s an understatement to say dogs are an exercise in patience. Days have never felt slower, and nights have never felt longer.
Kili hasn’t slept for more than two hours straight before crying these past few nights. And through this experience, I have found I do indeed have a heart after all.
I could hardly sleep the first couple of nights even when she was asleep, as I waited in anticipation for her to start crying because maybe she would need to go “eliminate” or was feeling unbearably sad. Your mom thinks I’m a big softie because of that and makes a good point about not spoiling Kili. Maybe we’ve revealed who’ll be the good cop and bad cop in the coming days. Your mom’s on to me.
But these past few nights have also revealed something – your mom and I make a good team. We’ve since settled on a routine where I will take the graveyard shift of waking up and helping Kili eliminate, while your mother will take the morning shift of waking up and playing with Kili.
I may complain about going up and down the stairs four times through the night, but the poor thing was recently separated from her mom and brother. Of course she would cry.
But it didn’t help when your mom tried to wash her and then the water all of a sudden went cold. Nor did it help when your mother tried to spray down Kili’s butt and it turned out Kili was trying to eliminate diarrhea, which she did ten minutes after the bath (Kili earned bonus points for inadvertently trampling around on her own sludge after, which made probably this the most pointless bath ever).
To add to that, our wood floors are so slippery she falls onto her face every few steps, and her teeth are so small she can’t even eat the treats when we want to reward her. It all adds to the tragic cuteness.
Getting a puppy hasn’t been as much about the puppy itself as it is about experiencing old things in new ways:
- I’ve always looked down on people who nap, yet there I was passed out for thirty minutes in the middle of the day.
- I’ve had so much chicken soup in recent months, I’ve been avoiding it like the plague, but I ended up making it for dinner one night on my own free will.
- I’ve spent my fair share of time on YouTube watching videos of stand-up comedians, top plays for computer games, and sports highlight reels. Now I’m watching puppy training videos. I recommend Ian Dunbar’s video.
Puppy = Baby ?
I’m starting to scare the wits out of myself with the idea of having you given what it’s been like so far with just a puppy. I’ve been telling myself that having a kid will be easier because they at least make diapers for humans – I won’t have to scramble around the house following your every move, pick up your poop when you decide to start dropping one, and then carry you to the pile of newspapers while half a turd is hanging out of your butt.
On the other hand, puppies have dog years going for them. I remind myself that each long day with Kili is really seven days of development. Fingers crossed she’ll be well-behaved, developed dog in a month or two!
I openly wonder whether I would have a more welcoming attitude about all this or chores in general if I had raised a puppy when I was a kid – the idea being it introduces responsibility and work from a younger age. My own parents honored my veto for not getting a dog when I was a kid. (Un)fortunately for you, you won’t have a say. Kili has already arrived.