What Did We Do?

by Risa Green


Oh, boy. What did we do? Finally, I had my life in some kind of normal, calm, ordered place. My kids are in school full time and I have plenty of hours to work while they’re gone. I haven’t changed a diaper in almost three years. My daughter empties the dishwasher and gets her own breakfast. My son can stay occupied for hours with a box of Legos. When we travel cross country, my kids can entertain themselves for the entire six hour flight. On weekends, they both sleep until eight o’clock, sometimes even nine. Finally, it’s easy again. I would even go so far as to say that right now, it’s awesome. So what do we do? We go out and get ourselves a puppy and ruin the whole damn thing.


Okay, okay, before you start calling PETA on me, I love the little guy. I do. We’ve had him (Wookie is his name, courtesy of my son) for four days now, and he’s the sweetest, cutest, yummiest little ball of fur you’ve ever seen. He’s not too hyper, he’s not aggressive, he likes kids, yadda, yadda, yadda. But still, he’s a lot of work. He wakes up in the middle of the night needing to go out, he poops and pees all over the floor, he chews on my shoelaces, he bites my kids’ toes, and he howls whenever we leave him alone for more than ten seconds.


Now, of course, I knew it was going to be like this. I really did. We’ve had a puppy once before, and I remember how much attention she required. Or at least, I thought I remembered. The truth is, though, I really don’t remember at all. But that’s probably because I worked full time back then and didn’t have kids, and my husband used to come home from work in the middle of the day to take her for a walk, and all I did was kind of pet her and feed her dinner. Which brings me to my next issue, which is that, since I’m the one who’s home all day, this time around, I’m the one who gets to feed him, walk him, train him and entertain him, while everyone else does pretty much nothing. Literally. For example, on Saturday mornings, I always sleep in until nine, and my husband gets up with the kids (we switch on Sundays). So this past Saturday morning, my husband got up with the kids and the dog, and I slept in. Except that when I came into the kitchen at nine oh-six, I found huge piles of poop on the floor, my daughter watching tv on the couch, the puppy attacking a chenille blanket in the den, and my husband and son downstairs in the playroom playing Lego Star Wars on the Wii.


Congrats on the puppy! Two worrds for you: Obedience classes. For the whole family. Actually lots of fun and really helps quite a lot with the conflict a new hairy family member can bring!

Dogs give us so much, Wookie will become a beloved family member in no time.


What kind of puppy did you get? We got a golden about nine months ago, so she is still very much in the prime of puppyhood. I totally commiserate, but I have to admit we are staying even more active with the neverending runs and walks she requires. I am looking forward though to her more "golden" years when she does just lie around and we can give her a little belly rub.