I KNEW it would be. I’ve been preparing myself for weeks as we looked for the perfect puppy for us. I was determined to do everything right, starting with making sure I didn’t just jump to get the first puppy I see and REALLY do my research.
Everyone warns you how much work goes into caring for a puppy. I read it over and over, I warned myself, I warned my boyfriend. We thought we were prepared.
But holy crap, puppies are a LOT of work. We got Henry, a 3.5 month old cocker spaniel Aussie mix yesterday. During his first day at his new home he was the perfect angel. Smart, playful, fast learner. Everything we could want in a puppy. He had a little accident in the house, but nothing that wasn’t expected. He’s a puppy after all.
Now I know that the angel facade was only there to instill false confidence in us. Day 2: I took Henry out every 1 to 2 hours, and he still managed to have 6 accidents in the house today. Is that excessive? That seems excessive. Henry got 2 long walks, plus an hour of fetch and multiple play sessions and training exercises and it did nothing to quell his boundless energy. I’m not going to lie, the last accident happened about 10 minutes after bringing him inside from a potty break and I cried. Somehow I didn’t except it to be so hard, especially because I felt like I was really keeping up with taking him out and trying my best.
I know that he’s still a puppy, and with consistency he’ll be potty trained in no time. But someone please tell me there’s an end in sight! If I’m making some glaring mistake, please let me know. I’m drained and it’s only day 2.
Thanks for letting me vent. I know in the end it will be all worth it. Henry’s a wonderfully sweet guy and I already love him. He starts puppy classes in a week and I look forward to working with him.
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