My First Week as a New Mommy!
A little over a week ago I became the mother of a beautiful blonde haired, brown eyed Golden Retriever named Cooper. While most people adopted puppies when they’re around eight weeks; I got Cooper at just six (finding out that those two weeks can make quite the difference). In the last eight days I have received an average of six hours of sleep a night, cleaned up about 27 different piles of puppy pee with trailing puppy paw prints, five steamers and have, luckily, only stepped in one pee puddle.
With warnings coming from family, friends and co-workers about the time commitment and responsibilities that come along with getting a puppy, I refused to believe that I couldn’t handle it. Well, one morning after cleaning up the kennel for a third time between 3 and 7 a.m., I thought I was going to lose it. I called my boyfriend nearly in tears, telling him how much I regretted getting Cooper. After about five minutes of my boyfriend calming me down and reassuring me that I didn’t make a mistake, it was then that I realized my frustrations stemmed from fear. Not only do I have to worry about bathing, feeding and exercising myself (which can be a difficult task at times), I now have puppy to look after and keep alive. Who would’ve thought that at the ripe age of 23 I, Emily Stratton, would be a college graduate who has successfully started my career, bought a house and is now a mommy?! If it scares some of you, don’t worry because it scares the heck out of me!