Before we got Josie, I hadn't had a puppy in like ... over a decade. And I've found that with puppies, much like childbirth, you forget about the pain over time. But also like childbirth, once you get into the situation again you're all, "OMG!!!! WHY did I voluntarily repeat this?!" While we're comparing puppyhood to childbirth, let me just say this: having a puppy and three children four and under - two of them in diapers - is like being in labor without drugs, and saying, "Hell, since I'm already in pain, let's just go ahead and tattoo something big. With a dirty needle. On my face."
I keep telling myself that this is only temporary, and that a few years down the road we'll have a wonderful family companion and won't remember the nighttime yapping. The spots of pee on the carpet that I don't find until they're virtually dry. The turds. The early-morning yapping. The chewed bathmat/oven mitt/shoes. The razor-sharp puppy teeth. The afternoon yapping.
Out of all that, I think what I find the least tolerable is the pee-A.D.D. I know Josie's attention span is short and all that but sweet Lord, dog, just find a place to pee and stick with it, will ya?! I take her outside and she sniffs around like, "Okay, this looks like a good sp - hey, there's a leaf! ... All right, I'm really gonna go this time, right here on this - hey, a piece of trash!" Every breeze, every stick, every dog that barks from ten miles away creates a fresh diversion. And by the time she stops chasing and digging and biting her own damn tail, we've been outside for a solid ten minutes. Thank goodness the weather's finally getting nice.
Despite it all, though, my whole family adores her - me included. Because if there were ever anything adorable? It's our Josie-Jo:
She's lucky she's so cute.