Of Puppies and Parenting
Meet Alice, the latest addition to our family. We picked her up from the breeder when she was only eight weeks and now she's almost three months old. After Maddy died (see my post about grief and the grieving process), we decided not to get another dog until the fall; but some members of the family found the grief and loss so painful that we began looking around for a new pet earlier than planned. A couple of rescue dogs fell through, then we found an ad for a litter of white labs from a breeder two hours away; five days later, we were driving home with little Alice.
The experience of having another small creature to take care of -- the joys as well as the sacrifice involved -- has taken me back to those times when my kids were very small. In particular, it has reminded me of the sleep deprivation: for the first several weeks, Alice was waking up a 4:30 a.m. I'm an early riser but that hour is extreme, even for me. Though she sleeps later now, the early morning demands have cut into my personal time and I've been feeling a tad resentful.  Taking on Alice has by and large meant giving up hiking this summer, because you can't leave a puppy alone for too long. I think she's adorable but I would rather have waited until the fall to get another dog. I'm tired a lot of the time, trying hard not to to be too grouchy, struggling to make peace with this personal sacrifice for the family good.
