Puppy Love

When we lost our dog last month my husband thought it was wise to go out 36 hours later and get a 5 week old puppy. I begged him not to. He thought the kids needed it.
The funny thing is that she thought she was my dog. After leaving his mom way too early she became attached to me. She thought she needed to sleep in my hair so she could wake me at 3am with sharp little nibbles. At first it was cute. But after weeks of a puppy crying in the night to be let out, after weeks of finding messes on my floor and on my bed I am over the puppy I did not want. I know I am being harsh. I know I am not this honest on my blog often but I am suffering. Maybe it is that I did not get a chance, maybe it is that I know my hero is leaving soon and it will be my responsibility. Maybe it is because she got sick after we got her she got really sick which required around the clock meds and pedialyte.
Let me be honest and say she is cute as can be and I do like her I am just a little over whelmed. So yesterday we had a few free hours. I decided I was going to tackle my sewing pile. I had several dresses I wanted to turn into skirts. I have not sewn in probably 6 months and I was allowing myself the time to do it. Then I walked into my room and saw the dog had left us a gift. She will literally go on the floor right after coming inside.
So I called all the children together with my hero and told them I am D-O-N-E, I am done reminding them to take her out, to pick up things so she will not chew on it, done watching my hero clean up the messes. Done reminding them to clean out the gerbil cage, guinea pig cage, cat litter and to feed all the animals. That if this dog has more accidents I am going to going to get rid of all the pets in my house.
A few minutes later I found Hope outside with the puppy. She was at her teacher’s desk and the dog was in his student desk. She was reminding her of how we act in our house and that she loves her but she needs to remember the house rules. She said she would give her dog treats if she did not potty in the house.
Pamela