He’s a lovely little fella, but phew! As predicted; a puppy is a whole lot of work.
Still it’s a joyful business. And despite finding myself breathing mist: in a bobble hat, an old coat and a pair of crocs; chucking a stuffed squeaky toy for him at 6am this morning (for the tenth day running) it’s nice to have a dog about the house.
Life’s all about choices in the end. The house is a tip; the brief idealistic moment (after we moved two houses) of thinking we might get the place sorted and tidy is almost forgotten.
But a tidy house and a tidy life is a shrinking life – a puppy creates mess and disorder. That’s no bad thing.
A bit more sleep wouldn’t go amiss though!