You know how when you haven’t done something in a very long time you forget what it’s like? Then you do the thing and bam! Memories flood back and you have one of those “Aha!” moments. July 2nd we welcomed the newest edition to our little family, a miniature schnauzer puppy. We brought her home, brimming with excitement and then bam! Now all we can do is try Surviving the Puppypocalypse.
The last time I had a puppy my daughter was going into Junior High School (she’s 33 now) so it’s been a freaking long time. I remember the cuddles, the cuteness and the puppy breath. I’d forgotten potty training, chewing, and little running puppy rampages. It wasn’t long for my “Aha” moment to arrive, right after the first hidden hallway pee I stepped in – in bare feet. The Puppypocalypse was well under way.
I’ve decided that puppies are just furry little toddlers. They have horrible sleeping patterns, getting you up at night then sleeping when you need them awake. When they are awake everything is going into their mouths. String, grass, leaves, slippers and the occasional pair of dropped underwear. They think creating chaos and mayhem is their birthright (which it kind of is) and they spread it joyfully.
A Puppypocalypse Time-Out
Discipline is currently a joke. Yes, she’s beginning to respond to “bring me the toy” and “don’t bite”. But “come here”? Not on your life. She still thinks its a game when you try to take something out of her mouth or try to pick her up to bring her into the house when she doesn’t respond to commands (and goodies). Good news is, I’m getting a lot of exercise. Bad news, she needs a lot of puppy time-outs.
And don’t think about getting anything done! Between the rounds of taking puppy outside to go potty, cleaning up the accidents and the seemingly endless playtime, work is often a distant memory. Meditation – I got 7 minutes in the other day. Spell work? Not even attempting at this point. New Moon ritual tonight? Only if I can talk her other human into watching her for a bit. Some days I’ve just given up all together and binge watched Buffy on Hulu while shaking a rope toy with a black growling fur ball attached.
It’s not all chaos, poo and muddy paws though. There are the snuggles, the kisses and the sweet sleeping puppy that is currently allowing her human to get some writing done. It’s these times that I need to remind myself that she won’t be a puppy forever. Like toddlers, one day they will be grown up. You will forget most of the bad stuff and remember only the unconditional love and joy of having a little being by your side. These days, though crazy and puppypocalyptic, are where the forever bonds are formed. Where our companions, our special fur babies, learn, grow and become our friends. A time when the cuteness factor reigns supreme.
Next time this little one gets crazy, has an accident or runs off with one of my slippers, I’m going to take a deep breath, and slow down. I will repeat the mantra “Puppies are cute. Cute is good.” and smile to myself. After all, they are only puppies for a year, right? Only 9 more months to go!