I am not an animal person. I am a people person.

So on Friday I was asked by two lovely people to watch their new dog...for the rest of the summer. They work full time with Tanner and needed me to look after their new found love. I agreed, and as I did so a little thought popped into my mind...you should think about it. But, Tanner was so excited (he wouldn't even be here with the dog?) and I wanted to do them a favor so I said yes.
I was really looking forward to having a new companion, because I'm at home alone all day with my books (thank you for the recommendations!) and computer. I'm not ashamed to say I've been watching Say yes to the dress on netflix. Ahem.

So the dog comes yesterday. So little and cute. It is 3/4 Pitt bull (!!!!!) and 1/4 Lab. At this stage in it's precious life, it looked like a black lab with little wrinkles. It was cute. I will add however, that a pitt is not my favorite breed of dog. No collar, no leash, no cage. Just a dog bed and some food. I was scared.

I did not grow up with a dog. We always wanted one but it just never worked out with our family. My whole life I would go to friends house and be secretly terrified of dogs. I didn't know how to pet them, or play with them and when they jumped up on me I screamed a little inside. Fast forward to my first year of college. My family gets a dog. So the past few summers I have had a dog and we actually get along and he sits on my lap and we play. He understands that I like him if he's my quiet friend.

Okay back to yesterday. The dog is asleep in his bed. I look at the time and plan out his feedings, when I'll take him out, etc. The dog wakes up. BOOM first accident (luckily it was on the tile floor). The dog starts crying, whining, howling. And I'm trying to console this little puppy and hold him and he just won't have it. He keeps wandering around and hitting his poor little head on the chairs, the walls, anything. I'm like, can this dog see? How old is he? I do some research. I freak out because suddenly I remember that I heard the number six. Six days or six weeks? Of course, I assume it's six days old, because it's stumbling around and can't see. I find out that puppies shouldn't be taken from their mother until they're 8 weeks old. AHHHHH and I need to feed it formula? Where's the formula? And how in the world do I get it to go outside.

I'm really quite beside myself at this point. I'm texting my husband and he finally finds out that this dog is six weeks old. Whew. This is better. The rest of the day was difficult. He went outside to do his business but every time I took him out there he flipped out. Backing away from everything, crying, whining, howling and he's just beside himself. So I took him inside and bam! he employs the carpet as the landing bed of his waste. Then he would wander around as I tried to hold him and help him and he's freaking out at me and backing up and pouncing on me and I just couldn't do it. Like I said before, I do not have these loving animal care giver instincts/this is not my dog. He sleeps then we repeat the above paragraph. He ate a lot. And had accidents a lot.

Some of you may be thinking-he's just a puppy and this is normal behavior. This may be completely true but I was not in a place to handle this. I feel awful and cried on multiple occasions because I felt so bad-can you say pregnant? And perhaps you may be thinking-if you can't handle this then there is no way you can handle a baby. Might I disagree? I am a human and my child will be human. And I can handle those things because I want those things and I want a human baby.

Is this so long and boring? Mostly it was just an interesting day where I learned a lot about myself.
1. I shouldn't try and train a puppy when I'm pregnant. I had no patience or understanding.
2. We will get a dog when I am older, and when Tanner and I plan for, and prepare for a dog.
3. Puppies shouldn't leave their mommies before they're 8 weeks old. Attachment issues. Did Erik Erikson ever study the development of dogs? He should have.
4. I am not an animal person. I am a people person.