People keep telling me how good I'm doing with him. That I'm dedicated and how good it is I'm willing to put in the time. The problem is, most of the time they see the good moments, because that's what I share to the world. For the last couple of weeks I've been able to get a full 6-7 hour sleep; which has helped so much. Potty training, however, feels like it's going no where. He was doing great for a while ringing his bell for number two. Now it's hit or miss. We are back to square one in that department. He seems to only ring the bell to go out and play now.
Then there's the rock obsession. I feel like some days my hands are in his mouth fishing out rocks more often than they aren't. I can't get rid of the rocks, they are under the sand as part of our septic system and the rain has scattered the ones that have come up through the Florida sugar sand.
I have days where I think I made a mistake getting a puppy. I often feel like I'm just not up for it. That's not his fault though. I made the decision, I was the only one in the house who initiated and followed through with getting him. No one else asked for this. The household pitches in when I'm not around, but ultimately he's my responsibility.
To be honest, I don't regret getting him. Not all moments or days are frustrating and I'm sure the cloudy patches will pass by and we can have a better bond, and a better understanding on what's expected of each other. I hope, soon, to have more days of joy with my puppy and less days of wanting to tear my hair out.