We have gotten past the initial grief. We still miss Stella, I still sometimes think I hear her little clicking toenails on the hardwood floors. We have her ashes at home, and that’s a step in the right direction.
However, I miss the snuggle of a puppy. The warm snoring body on my chest, the billions of patient kisses that smell somewhat like puppy food but completely like love.
That’s where Lola comes in. She’s a French Bulldog, soon to be AKC registered. I’m excited to meet her on Thursday and hope that she loves us.
I’m looking forward to the Frenchie attitude — hello stubborn, as well as the snoring, spitting, burping and more.
We’re not looking for a substitute or replacement for Stella, rather a baby sister to the big (but small) sister who would be so proud, slightly bossy and so full of love.
The poop patrol marches on, my friends.
We’ve been talking about a number of methods for training our little Stella, but the focus of the work has been on potty training. She seems to get that she’s supposed to go outside by now. She also seems to want to hold it for when we let her out. That said, she’s still having issues with letting us know.
We’ve decided to teach her to use a bell that is attached to the door and we’re finding a little success. I still think it’s a coincidence right now and that she’s really ringing the bell just for fun. Let me tell you though, there’s nothing more exciting than watching your puppy poop after she uses the tools to let you know.
Potty training is tiring, but trust me, it’s rewarding. If anyone has any tricks of the trade, let me know about ’em because I’m actually enjoying this.
I love our puppy. I do. She’s cute, she makes me laugh and she’s very laid back.
This is a drawback though, she’s a pooping machine. I swear she expels more than she intakes and the timing is completely unpredictable.
So, I spent most of my time at home on Sunday on poop patrol. Any time she got remotely close to her “poop stance” I would yell and jump up out of my chair.
I put up a new rod in the closet… with one eye on the pup.
We watched some family guy… with one eye out for a squat.
I talk to the BTB… while I determine if the sniffing is merely searching for treats or a lead-up to something more smelly.
Never in my life have I spent more time talking about the act of pooping. Never in my life have I celebrated the act of pooping more. Never in my life have I scolded a living being for not properly pooping.
Long story short, I have a new hobby and it’s puppy poop watching.
I have been really terrible at posting these last few days.
Part of me thinks that I’ve hit a point where I shouldn’t continue to plan for a wedding when I’m not even wearing a ring. Part of it is the whole post-move, new puppy, new car week I’ve been having.
At any rate, expect to see more posts in the near future. The GTB may even blog this week!
Want to know what we did?
Monday — fought with my sister who cancelled our dinner plans because “I don’t want you to make me drink.” Oh yes, and I was to buy the meal, in celebration of her 21st birthday.
Tuesday — moped about the house because I had nothing to do. I tried to do laundry, but the dryer clearly isn’t doing its job. And it started squeaking. Great, I move in and stuff starts to fall apart!
Wednesday — Happy hour! Then Stella and I went for 4 walks. And she woke me at 2:30, then again around 5:30. sigh
Thursday — I enjoyed a delicious Valentine’s day dinner of pizza. And picked up the GTB from the airport around 10.
Friday — picked up my new car!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then met up with Nick and his pals for his birthday party at Chambers. I *may* have drank too much wine.
Saturday — puppy woke us at 6:50 (its a Saturday — jesh!) We took her to the groomer, went to Ikea, picked up the pup, had an appointment for laser hair removal (hello — expensive, but is it worth it?!) went to Daja’s for Alexis’ birthday, GTB put together a bed and end table. He’s currently talking about how masculine and strong he is as he uses a power tool to put together the end table.
It feels as though we pack 5 days into each Saturday. I’m already exhausted and its not even 6!
Only 5 more “sleeps” until the GTB is home for good!
So, life has settled into a quasi-pattern with the new dog.
She wakes me at 6:30, we go out.
She eats her breakfast, we go out again.
I come home during lunch, we go out.
I come home from work, we go out.
We go out, she eats dinner, we go out, we go out, we go to bed.
I’ve become that woman who praises her dog for each and every bowel movement and bladder emptying movement. That woman who uses that ridiculously high voice when her pup goes potty.
Compared to what some of my friends go through, I am pretty lucky. One coworker goes out with her dog each night… between 1 and 3 am. Not that the dog has to go, its just become habit.
So, besides spending more time standing outside in the last few days than the amount of time I have spent outside since Oct. 31, I am becoming that watch-checking, photo sharing dog mom. Ugh.
The wait is finally over. Our family has finally started. Stella has arrived.
I knew I was excited about the puppy. I mean, this little princess is cute as a button. Sure, when I put her down on the floor at my future in-laws’ house I realized just how cute she was. There might not be anything funnier than watching a 3 pound puppy running across a lenolium floor.
When she fell asleep in my arms, though, well, that was that. I was in love all over again.
It was there and then that I realized how much I’m going to spoil this pup. I’m going to buy her stuff she’ll never use and get her sick on treats. I’m going to take her for walks and let her ride on my lap in the car.
She can lick my face and play on the couch all she wants. She can pee on the floor and I’ll just shrug it off.
If loving a dog like this is wrong, well, I don’t want to be right.
My problem is that I spent too much time on my career. I’m very protective of it and I have always kept my options open. I ran a one man operation for 7 years and where I lived was really just a detail. That was the best part, no one cared and that allowed me to jump at any job opportunity… anywhere… anytime.
I lived in airplanes. I lived in hotels. I lived in corporate apartments.
Now I have a future bride. Now I have a dog. Now I have responsibilities beyond booking my flights at the right time.
What’s the right thing to do? Do I stay where I am and keep my options open (which is what my gut says)? Do I ask my future bride and puppy to move out to the coast and uproot their lives for a couple years?
Am I being indecisive? Am I lacking the guts to move forward? Is this normal?
I’ll tell you this, there’s not a chance I give up on it.
The future groom is thrilled about the new puppy. I’m excited too, but I think part of his excitement comes from the fact that, during our first 15 minute meeting with her, she was all snuggly and sweet with him, wagging her tail and happily cuddling. For me, she was like, sniff, sniff, lick the nose, jump down.
I am totally thrilled with the thought of having a puppy, really, but the fact of the matter is that she clearly prefers him to me already, and I’m the one who found the breeder! And has taken dogs through training! And will be with her every day.
I’m not saying that I will battle him for a puppy’s attention, but… we’ll see who she likes in a few months.