Coffee crasy
I had this idea in my head that getting a puppy should be really stress relieving. I was gonna get a puppy, do a week of detox from everything, and just relax. Did it work? Not when you’re a super coffee addict with no self control. And when you had one drug, might as well have the others? Beer, chocolate and white bread mmm. To top it off here comes the lack of sleep from getting up three times a night, and finally start the day at 5:30 in the morning; lets have that third cup of coffee.
CRASH.
I feel so on edge and agitated I don’t know what to do with myself. Crate-training isn’t working, and I have a 9 weeks old puppy who doesn’t really want to leave our side unless she want’s to chew on the cables under the couch. If I finally get her to sleep inside the crate and try and do some yoga, it’s like she senses I am doing something fun without her and the yapping starts.
So, I guess I figured out that getting a puppy wasn’t exactly stress relieving. It is fun though, when you get to spend quality time in your garden watching her smell (and eat) the flowers. When she falls asleep on your head. When she runs toward you with excitement. And hopefully I will figure out how to make some sort of a schedule so my day will become a little bit more predictable...