Time to come clean. Having a dog is horrible. They look so cute and I've always heard such great things about having a dog. But that is clearly all lies. Three and a half weeks into being a puppy mama, and I often feel like I've made the worst mistake of my life. Having a puppy is the most stressful thing I have ever done. I'm in tears at least once a day because I don't think I can handle it any more. I took the day off on Friday because my night/morning was so full of puppy stress that I just couldn't make myself get ready for work and go. All my dreams are nightmares about things going wrong with the puppy.
I feel ridiculous whenever I tell people how miserable I am. The response is always "Oh, well, puppies do that." I've never been a dog owner before, so I don't know if this is just a particularly bad dog or if I'm just particularly bad at being a dog owner or what, but I swear it can't be this hard for everyone or dogs would not be as loved by our species as they are.
And the time commitment is larger than I imagined it would be. I feel like nearly every second of my non-working, non-sleeping hours are dedicated to taking care of Winston. I come home from work, clean up whatever messes Winston made that day while I was gone, make dinner, walk Winston, and it's already bedtime. Everything outside of that suffers. I haven't gone to improv workshop since getting this dog. I'm not spending as much time with Trevor as I would like. Our sex frequency has decreased dramatically. I haven't been working out anymore.
All of this misery for what?
I guess it's just continuing to take this one day at a time. Things will get better, right?