“Oh boy, what have I done!?”
These words were on repeat the first three weeks I brought my puppy home. The picture I had in my head about having a puppy was very quickly crushed by the reality of what it is actually like. Yes, he is adorable, and yes, he is so much fun, but he is also exhausting, annoying, does not always listen, and runs away when it is -20 out when I am in my PJ’s.
There was that time that ….
Isla (my three year old cousin) , and I decided to go for an afternoon walk with Tucker. We were moseying along, Tucker is being his usual self, hating his leash, and I think to myself… maybe if he walks off his leash he will just run, and be easier. I go ahead and clear this idea with Isla, of course, and off comes the leash… what was I thinking!!
Not even 2 seconds later, he goes straight for the pom pom that is on Isla’s head. Grabs the whole hat with his mouth, and then RUNS!! Isla is screaming (of course!!) and sitting in a snowbank, Tucker is in the middle of the road jumping like a bunny barking, running further and further away, and I am standing in between thinking “oh my gosh what was I thinking!” Looking back at Isla making sure she is still sitting on the side of the road, yelling at Tucker trying to bribe him treats (it did NOT work), and telling who is still crying “don’t worry, I will get it … I just hope it’s before he eats it”
Although, the story ended well and I managed to retrieve the hat from Tuckers mouth, Isla was smiling again, and well Tucker got stuck back on his leash, it was not a fun moment. At the time anyways.
He means well, he simply wants to play, but unfortunately not everyone wants to play with him.
What I have realized is how angry a little puppy can make you. At times I could throw him outside, and that would be that. He makes me crazy! Then in the same breath, he has warmed his little furry face into my heart. He is so cute. He cuddles beside you, licks you, gets SO excited to see you, and is even starting to listen. Sometimes.
He looks at you with those big puppy eyes, saying “play with me” “give me some attention”, and you melt. Every.Single.Time.
Having a puppy has taught me discipline. Being active at least once per day, even at -25. Getting home after work, and having to walk him, and play with him even when I am tired. Waking up every morning at 6am, because that is when Tucker is up. Yes, I often feed him, let him out, and head back to bed until 7, but I am STILL up early. He has taught me to be more patient, and learn the balance between getting him in trouble, and also loving him. And yes, it really does matter. He has taught me to just laugh, because let me tell you, he makes me so angry sometimes!
There was that other time that …
Isla and I walked back up the driveway after our walk with Tucker. Moments after he stole her hat, and would not come back. Tucker is sitting so calmly on our driveway, and Isla is off to the side playing. He is not even looking at her, but looking across the street. I take him off his leash (again, do I ever learn!). I had high hopes in my puppy that were very quickly shattered.
Tucker beelines it to Isla. jumps on her from behind, and down goes Isla. Face plants into the snowbank in one swift fall. She, of course SCREAMS in terror, and I run and throw (literally) Tucker into the bush. There I am trying to pick up Isla, while Tucker is quickly making his way back to us jumping, and excitedly trying to “play” with her.
Of course, Isla was fine, and even laughing at Tucker moments later, who fell trying to run up the icy stairs while heading back inside. But it was one of those moments where he really tests your patience.
It always ends well, but at the time really does make you want to kill him. Even writing this makes me laugh, because guys, having a puppy is WORK, but also so much fun. He is adorable. He jumps around in the snow like a bunny rabbit because his legs are still to small, and he is basically the same height as the snow.
He barks at me to get out of bed, and then when I do, he lays down on my bed where I was sleeping, and just looks at me with those adorable puppy eyes. He jumps off my bed, and slides all the way to the door on the slippery floor and goes bangs into the closed door. And then I laugh, even though I am half asleep.
And now, two and a half months later, it is getting better. Yes, he still runs away sometimes, and scares the little kids. Yes, he does not always listen, but he is listens more. He does not eat the teddy bears around our house, and does not bite the kids all the time. And even just today, he was calm all day, while there were toddlers in the house. Not jumping on them, and even listening to them. He is learning. And I am learning, also!
All in all, I LOVE having a puppy. I do not love it all that time, but at the end of the day, he is wonderful. We play, run, and spend lots of time together. He is a great little guy to hang out with, and definitely keeps you on your toes. It has been one of the biggest learning experiences, and I do not recommend having a puppy if you have a busy lifestyle, because it takes a lot of time, training, and investment. But if you have that to give, then you will have a true companion, and well behaved dog!