puppy – Echo R.S

Puppy Blog #3

Whenever I pick Whiskey up from my dad’s, she forgets her home training. Today this girl decided she was tired of the walk I was taking her on and started heading back to the apartment without me. Like Miss Girl, if someone kidnaps you, imma whoop yo ass. I told her to come here and she ran home. She has never done anything like that before.

I have to start walking her on a leash and we have to go over more training. I thought we were making progress but it seems when she has too much freedom all of her training goes out the window.

I don’t think my dad has her on a schedule like I do, so she’ll poop and pee in their house when she hasn’t had any accidents at ours. I’m grateful they can watch her while I’m at work, but it’s frustrating when I feel like my training is for nothing.

My parents got on me because I didn’t want her eating grass after they had just told me she had thrown up earlier from eating some. Like 💁🏽‍♀️ be serious. I care about her, I don’t want to pay for hospital visits when one could’ve been avoided. I watch her closely because she’s only a puppy and doesn’t know better.

I treat her like I would treat my actual child and honestly, the amount of patience and grace I showed after she blatantly walked away from me on our walk has to be some progress. I was so mad. Like girl where do you think you’re going? I just put her right in her playpen and I’m sure she felt my frustration. She cried a little but settled in.

I don’t know what I expected with having a dog but it wasn’t this. I love her but man she’s about to get on my nerves 🙄.

Puppy Blog #2

Where do I start?

I don’t usually keep pets, but right now, I miss my little Whiskey.

She’s staying with my parents for a few days while I work. I’m so grateful they’re here to help—without them, I don’t think I’d have been able to keep her.

Every day, she feels more like a daughter. She gets on my nerves like a human would, but she always greets me excitedly and shows me love.

I call her playpen her “room.”

We’re still in training mode, but she’s pretty close to being potty trained.

She’s a little jokester.

She’s starting to love car rides.

She’s terrified of going down the stairs, but she sprints up them like a pro. She’ll run around the entire building if it means avoiding the trip down. She’s even pooped at the top of the stairs just to avoid going down. Talk about stubbornness. I try to be patient— but I’m getting tired of carrying her every time.

She acts like she’s too good for the food I got her, even though it’s salmon flavored. I was under the impression she liked salmon but I guess the food at my parent’s house tastes better.

She no longer cries in her playpen.

She also has this habit of walking straight into ant piles, like she’s doing it on purpose. I always have to warn her—but honestly, she won’t learn until she sniffs some ants up that cute little nose.

It’s kind of nice knowing I can sleep in tomorrow and not have to wake up to take her on a walk.

But… I was getting kind of used to it.

I miss her.

Journal Entry #6

I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately. Maybe it’s my period about to start, maybe it’s the lack of sleep, or maybe I’m just frustrated that nothing is going my way. I thought yoga was supposed to calm me down, but honestly, it’s had the opposite effect. I didn’t get much sleep last night because I was too busy worrying that Whiskey would start crying and need me. I was anticipating her disturbing my peace before it even happened.

We had fun this morning when I took her for a walk. She’s been so good about not going to the bathroom inside, and I love those little moments where she listens and we connect. But small things are starting to get on my nerves. Like when I was trying to cut the hair by her eyes, and of course, she kept moving. I mean, why wouldn’t she? I was using something sharp near her eyes. She follows me everywhere and cries when I leave the room. I’m trying to train her to stay in her playpen, but she was howling to get out. I didn’t want to reinforce that behavior, but she found her way out anyway.

Then there was the car ride. I had to drop her off at my parents’ house because I had to go to work, and she started off so well—sitting, laying down, just chilling. But out of nowhere, she tried climbing out. I was driving, and it was frustrating trying to get her to stay in the travel crate. I leave the top open so she doesn’t feel trapped, but I still needed her to stay put. I had to gently push her back in, but I was losing patience. I ended up yelling at her, and she still didn’t listen. She’s a good girl, but man, she’s starting to get on my nervesssss.

When I dropped her off at my parent’s house, I went through all the stuff I brought for her—food, toys, everything. But my dad brushed me off and said they had it. Like, what? I’m trying to make sure she’s okay, and he just dismissed it. It makes me wonder if I should leave her with someone else. But I guess that’s what happens when the service is free.

On top of all that, my bills are coming up, and despite applying to so many jobs, I’ve had no luck. The job I’m at now plays favorites, and I’m getting fewer hours every week. They keep making these long lists of tasks, and I’m just thinking—why would I go the extra mile when I only get hours when their favorites call out? Let them do it.

I asked my friend a simple yes or no question, and have been on delivered for 2 days. Yet when she texts me she expects me to answer right away. She’s okay with leaving me downtown alone, breaking the girl code. She was even ready to leave her best friend at a hookah lounge over a disagreement. It’s like she thinks the world revolves around her. And when she does text me, it’s only about going out and getting attention from men she’s too afraid to talk to in the first place.

Lately, I’ve been feeling irritable, and maybe it’s because I like things my way.

Things in my life are starting to change. I can feel my circle shifting, and my life is moving in a different direction. It’s frustrating and uncomfortable, but I’m finding a way to deal with it through writing. That’s where I feel most in control.

Puppy Blog #1

So I just got a dog, yayy. And already I’m having mixed feelings. I love her, she’s by far the easiest animal I’ve had so far. Honestly I don’t know what the mixed feelings are about. Maybe a little self-doubt because everyone reminds me that I haven’t had the best history with animals. I usually return them within a week. Honestly Whiskey (her name) feels different. I’m thinking of ways to be a good mommy to her. But what if she’s too much for me? What if I get annoyed? What if I start getting those familiar feelings of wanting to return her. She really is so precious. It’s just the responsibility of taking care of something other than myself. Which I always think I’m ready for but I end up having doubts about. I’ve always been a selfish person and sometimes with dogs I don’t feel the connection. They can be looking at you with the sweetest expression and sometimes I just feel empty. And I don’t want that energy to transfer to her off of me. Just how I feel. Yet it terrified me when I thought she might not be breathing. I’m sleeping on my couch just in case she needs me in the middle of the night.