I admit it. I forgot just how much work it is to train a puppy. I was a bit overwhelmed by it this evening as my tiny furball kept growling and snapping at her (much) bigger stepbrother.
I actually stopped for a moment and wondered if I'd made the right decision in getting her.
Right now, though, she's laying in her kennel a few feet away from me, passed out on her back, with her feet sticking up in the air. Dork. But I love her.
I'll be honest: having this goofy ball of white fuzz in my life complicates it a little. It'll be harder to go to Lake Jackson and spend hours upon hours there. I have something else to think about every day, and there's a week in December when I have no idea what to do with her because I'll be in Michigan.
But that's okay. We'll figure out as we go, this little girl and I.
And this makes me laugh. It's like you have a kid, except eventually kids learn how to use the bathroom on their own. And you can't leave them home alone. Hmm.
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