So I finally went back to work this last Sunday night. It's a little on the slow side at work which was sort of nice. Nice since being back to work is more tiring than I expected, just like most everything else has been more as it relates to the whole surgery process. I was more sore and tired. One thing that surprised me is how much my knee hurt while at work (I wasn't on my feet that much) and since I've been off. All I can say is that aging and arthritis sucks ass. The tired was likely related to my new baby.
Last week I got a puppy. As in an 8 week old puppy. Who I've been getting up to take out to potty every 3 hours or so all night. Yeah, not getting a lot of sleep. Plus with the never having had a puppy for very long before it's been a big learning experience. I've finally started feeling like I sort of know what I'm doing with the help of a fabulous pet sitter who spent several hours with me this afternoon helping me out and giving me a lot of information. She's loads of fun though and such a cutie.
I had experienced a lot of guilty feelings with getting her though. I felt bad getting a dog since I rehomed Lizzie last year and felt like such an utter failure with her. I had spent over a year trying to connect with her and trying to make myself love her. After 15 months, I didn't and hadn't. I liked her ok but often her fearfulness drove me nuts. She needed more than I could give. For a while I questioned whether I was good enough to have a dog. My schedule isn't ideal although I've always found ways to make it work before. I just missed having a dog around though so much. For the last 6 months or so I've been looking around for Corgis and Corgi mixes. I kept telling myself that I was just looking, I knew I shouldn't have a dog (the whole not good enough thing) but I was looking. I came to realize that I had a fairly specific criteria in that I wanted the dog to be at least part Corgi and not Chihuahua and I wanted a young dog, less than 1 year. I had looked all over most of California too. Finally I admitted to myself that I really did want a dog and I felt like I could be good with a dog (although there is still the inner voice/critic/annoyance telling me I'm not good enough) but I wasn't having a lot of luck finding what I wanted. I did stumble across a Pembroke Corgi though that a breeder had and finally gave myself permission. Permission but I'm still feeling a little like I don't want to hear negativity so I haven't really come out on FB yet about her. Funny thing is that I had planned to call her Piper. Then once I got home with her I saw the white mark on her head and neck was sort of lightening bolt shaped. I said to her that if she was a boy I could call her Harry Potter. At which point I realized I could call her Lily after Harry Potter's mom. So Lily stuck and that's her name now.
Last week I got a puppy. As in an 8 week old puppy. Who I've been getting up to take out to potty every 3 hours or so all night. Yeah, not getting a lot of sleep. Plus with the never having had a puppy for very long before it's been a big learning experience. I've finally started feeling like I sort of know what I'm doing with the help of a fabulous pet sitter who spent several hours with me this afternoon helping me out and giving me a lot of information. She's loads of fun though and such a cutie.
I had experienced a lot of guilty feelings with getting her though. I felt bad getting a dog since I rehomed Lizzie last year and felt like such an utter failure with her. I had spent over a year trying to connect with her and trying to make myself love her. After 15 months, I didn't and hadn't. I liked her ok but often her fearfulness drove me nuts. She needed more than I could give. For a while I questioned whether I was good enough to have a dog. My schedule isn't ideal although I've always found ways to make it work before. I just missed having a dog around though so much. For the last 6 months or so I've been looking around for Corgis and Corgi mixes. I kept telling myself that I was just looking, I knew I shouldn't have a dog (the whole not good enough thing) but I was looking. I came to realize that I had a fairly specific criteria in that I wanted the dog to be at least part Corgi and not Chihuahua and I wanted a young dog, less than 1 year. I had looked all over most of California too. Finally I admitted to myself that I really did want a dog and I felt like I could be good with a dog (although there is still the inner voice/critic/annoyance telling me I'm not good enough) but I wasn't having a lot of luck finding what I wanted. I did stumble across a Pembroke Corgi though that a breeder had and finally gave myself permission. Permission but I'm still feeling a little like I don't want to hear negativity so I haven't really come out on FB yet about her. Funny thing is that I had planned to call her Piper. Then once I got home with her I saw the white mark on her head and neck was sort of lightening bolt shaped. I said to her that if she was a boy I could call her Harry Potter. At which point I realized I could call her Lily after Harry Potter's mom. So Lily stuck and that's her name now.
So here's the latest addition to my little fur family.
5 comments:
Congrats on Lily.
She is the second Lily of blogosphere that I have come across in terms of new pets. The other Lily is a cat.
:-)
Do not feel guilty. When you realized you could not be of any help to Lizzie, you took a very rational decision to give her back. There are horrible choices that people make with pets.
Congrats on being back to work and that it is currently slow at work.
She is ADORABLE!!!
Congratulations on the new addition to your family!
Aw!!! Congratulations, she is soooo cute!
I hope she starts sleeping through the night soon. :)
So cute! I want to pick her up and squeeeeeze.
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