On new responsibilities and getting back into the routine

I’m watching his every move, looking for signs. Does he need the toilet? A nap? Has he slept too long?

I worry about leaving him. Will he be ok if I go out of the room for a moment? Will he sleep through the night?

Getting ready to go out anywhere seems to take an age. Have we got everything? wipes, waste bags? Will he be warm enough?

I feel like a first time mum, anxious, unsure and wanting to get everything right. Except that my youngest is eight years old now, so what is wrong with me?

We got a puppy, that’s what.

Need I say more?

It might as well be a fourth child.

He’s a baby, he already looks to me for comfort and reassurance, follows me around everywhere and takes every time I sit down as an opportunity to jump on my lap and snuggle up for a snooze. It’s very cute, but it doesn’t get a lot done.

This amount of affection and neediness comes with a huge amount of responsibility.

We thought long and hard about this move, researching breeds until we found the right one for us. Boston Terriers are known for their intelligence and make great family dogs. They are sensitive breeds, eager to please and (hopefully) easy to train. My husband wanted a Boxer, but I wasn’t ready for that sort of commitment. Bostons are (sort of) similar to Boxers in appearance, but with bigger ears. They are also a lot smaller, calmer and definitely not as dribbly! Equally as important (from my perspective) is that they don’t shed much and aren’t that smelly.

When we went to see the puppy, it was love at first sight I’m afraid and there was no going back from that.

Decision made.

So we think we ticked all the right boxes in terms of what we all needed from our family pet. Poor thing has a lot to live up to!

What does that mean for me and getting back in to some sort of routine?

The children are back at school tomorrow and that means I will be on my own with Barnie for the first time. It’s like when your husband goes back to work after paternity leave: a slightly terrifying thought that fills you with doubt and dread.

I’m ok though. This is my fourth baby, so I’m sure I will cope.

 

In terms of getting much work done, I’m not so sure. I was writing most of this post one handed on my iPad, with the puppy curled up on my knees. I have lots I need to do though including blogging and as I’m working at home this week, the little man and I are going to have to come to some sort of arrangement. How am I going to refuse that face though?

It’s a big commitment, but I can already tell that this little man is going to bring a lot of joy into our lives.

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