Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Mixed feelings

Sometimes I love my puppy so much I wonder why I ever waited to get a dog. She cuddles at night and rests her head on my neck. She's really cute in the morning when she stretches all out on the bed and licks my face and she's all shy and sweet and quiet. When I get home from work she's so happy to see me, her oversized ears lay back and she crouches and licks me while her little tail wags back and forth. She barely ever leaves my side. She'll follow me upstairs even if someone else is playing with her. She sits on my feet while I wash dishes and wants to be in my lap if I'm sitting somewhere. When we were riding in the car today it started raining and she was watching the windshield wipers go back and forth, kind of biting the air each time they swept by. The first time she discovered the mirror on my closet door I thought I was going to die laughing. She ran full speed at the puppy reflection and licked and licked the face. Then she tried to get past the puppy in the mirror but couldn't figure out why she couldn't get by. Finally she saw my reflection and kept barking until I walked over and pet her.

Sometimes though, I feel completely exhasperated and seriously cannot figure out why in God's name I felt compelled to let a wild animal live in my home. I don't mind getting up at 1am and then again at 4am in case she just woke up because she has to go to the bathroom. But I don't understand why the other night after we get home from a long walk she proceeds to do laps around the couch and launches herself off of anything she can manage to climb. I can't figure out why she won't come to me when I call her, especially when we're about to go for a walk. I get really frustrated when she bites my lip or my toes so hard I want to cry. She's usually really good about going to the bathroom outside but last night we stood outside forever while I froze my butt off. Later I walked through the enormous puddle in the bathroom. And today I finally found the pile of poop under the dining room table. I know she's just a baby and she's going to grow out of a lot of the annoying puppy behaviors, but I can't help getting upset with her.