My life is just a circular experience.
Every 6 months or so, a baby animal comes into my life. And I, ever dutifully, do the wake up in the middle of the night potty breaks, following around while they are outside and unable to fend for themselves, crate training and basic training....
And I absolutely love it.
It was tough with Cuba, my shepherd, because he was the first. He was absolutely miserable, though. He had pano, so it hurt him to walk up and down the stairs, and when he was already 6 months old he couldn't manage them without help, so here I was carrying him down the stairs wtih my bad back. We ended up building him something downstairs while he outgrew it. He also had a sensitive stomach, allergic to this, allergic to that.... everything caused a stomachache. He chewed, broke out of his STEEL crate....
And then we had Lady. Lady was a DREAM. Easy to housetrain, slept all day, easy to overall train. She grew fast, managed the stairs quickly.
Next came Tech, and my first experience with a small dog. Tech slept on my chest, easily was crate trained since he had been flown in to us anyway from the breeder, ate little, pooped little and overall was eager to learn. 7 months later, we decided to get a female to breed to him and Misha came at a sultry 7 weeks old. Same thing, over again, except she was even EASIER. For sure female dogs are easier than male dogs. My experience says so. The 2 chihuahuas, as long as they get a good hour of exercise, are dreams. They sleep, they play with each other, they know "GO HOME!" means go into the crate, MANGA means "time to eat" and I've even mastered the "sit" and "stay" with Tech, which as most people will small dogs will attest to, rarely happens.
And now we have "______". She's nameless because I can't decide what to name her. She's a 4 month old black pug. So ugly she's cute. I always wanted a pug name Troll, but now that I see her.... I want to call her "Polly". Her name she had when I got her was Prada, which not only is something I would never name a dog, but a cousin of Brendan has chihuahuas named Dolce and Prada (*vomit*) and I would hate to "copy" something as terrible as that.
But I absolutely love it. I love the feeling of a baby animal relying on me. And in 5 months, when she's almost an adult and can go down the stairs herself and knows where to poop and is self sufficient for the most part... I'll miss being a mom.
I'm not ready for a child, but I'll clean puppy accidents and stand out in the cold begging for a "potty" for a dog anyday.
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