On Friday, Isaac and I adopted (can you still call it adopting if you spent crap-loads of money at a breeder?) a puppy! We have been wanting a dog for a long time, but timing and my allergies just haven’t allowed it. After tying the knot, we figured it was time to add another member to our family.
I present to you our 7 week old Mini Chocolate Australian Labradoodle, Henry!
Unbelievably adorable, right? We are in love. The great thing about Henry is that the breeder we are working with understands our situation and how difficult it can be with allergies. She is allowing us to have him for a one week trial period to see how I do! If all goes well, he will remain our four-legged son. If I have allergy issues too severe to manage, we can bring him back to her for a full refund. Something tells me, though, that that won’t be happening no matter what. Several friends and family have already made it quite obvious that they will gladly take little Hen off of our hands if it comes to that.
So far so good! I can play with him and cuddle him without any hives appearing (AMAZING!) and my asthma is completely fine. I’m not going to lie, I woke up with a little eye swelling today, and they are still a little tender, but I’m not convinced Henry is to blame. After all, I am severely allergic to everything outside and have spent pretty much the past two days out there.
Isaac drove three hours away on Friday to pick up our little bundle of joy. Henry screamed the entire ride home, making it a very long car ride for both boys. When he got home, Isaac said he was happy as could be, romping through the grass and playing hard. Isaac gave him a good bath to get him ready for mommy to come home from work!
I walked in the door and saw Henry snuggled up in a towel, still damp from his bath, in the arms of my husband. When I walked up to them, Henry’s little tail started wagging and he batted a big puppy paw at me. I burst into tears and was crying so hard it brought me to my knees. Ridiculous, right? It was just so overwhelming, seeing a dog. In my house. MY DOG. I cried for about 5 minutes, Isaac may have shed a tear too. We were so excited to have our little boy.
Since then, it has been a whirlwind. I have always heard people say how difficult puppies are, but boy are they right. And Henry? He is an AMAZING puppy. Still, it is exhausting. He is incredibly attached (read clingy) to both Isaac and I, but especially me. In fact, as I sit here typing he is hugging my left foot with his paws and his head is resting on my right foot. He always wants to be touching, cuddling, loving his mom and dad. We are okay with that, but are hoping soon it lets up a little bit. As of now, when I’m making dinner he literally follows me across the kitchen back and forth, back and forth as I grab pots, pans, and ingredients. He is in love, but so are we.
We are currently in the process of crate training our little
monster angel. His first night with us, he screamed for 10 hours straight. It is heartbreaking and incredibly frustrating, but I know it will be worth it. Last night, he did a lot better but still cried quite a bit. I’m thinking by Wednesday he will be good to go!
This dog is smart, ya’ll. I feel like the cliche first time parent/grandparent with a new baby, saying my baby is smarter than all the rest, but he truly is amazing. He is almost completely potty trained at 7 weeks old. Whenever we put him in the grass he goes to the bathroom within 30 seconds, we give him a treat, and we go inside. It is incredible!! He’s only had 2 accidents in the house and that was my fault. I let him wake up from a long nap and didn’t take him out. Whoops. Also, he can already walk and run next to me on a leash. I didn’t know that puppies his age could do such a thing! Genius, I tell you.
And speaking of puppy naps…
Is there ANYTHING CUTER?!?!
So that has been my life lately. Crazy busy with a sweet, whimpering, adorable, puppy making completing normal human functions like cook dinner and clean my room pretty difficult.
We have another 5 days in our official “puppy trial” and it makes me sick to my stomach to think about giving Henry back to his breeder or to another family to live with. I love him so much already, and I would be crushed to see him go. That being said, I am not going to make my quality of life suffer even more than I already do with allergies/eczema/asthma just to have a dog.
If you think about it, send up a little prayer/meditation/positive vibe/magic spell/good omen for Henry and I. I so, so badly want this to work out.
And so does he, I’m sure of it.