So we got a puppy this weekend. It’s really quite awesome. He’s a beautiful whippet named Finn Fandango. He’s not the “fast dog” in my “slow girl fast dog” name. Not yet anyway. That’s Theron…the fast one. Finn is the 10 week old, energetic, highly curious, and kind of klutzy puppy we recently acquired.
I’m embarrassed to say that I’ve turned into THAT Lady. You know the one…she incessantly talks about her kid, or cat, or dog or whatever the big deal in her life happens to be at the moment. I think I’m that lady. Like a Dog Lady. Not that I have a lot of dogs but let’s put it this way, I have more pictures of my dogs than my child.
The good thing is, when I show my puppy pictures to people, they get to see an adorable dog, not some odd-looking newborn. I know you know what I’m talking about. How many cute 10 week old babies do you know (besides your own, of course)? Honestly? My husband and I have a code word for the not-yet-cute newborn. It’s U.B. (Ugly Baby). If we’re walking in a store and see one we look at each other and whisper, “Oh my gosh, did you see that U.B.?” I know, I’m going to hell for even saying that but it’s true. I have to wonder if the cute gene even kicks in prior to 10 weeks. My kid certainly wasn’t all that cute when he was 10 weeks old. But 12 weeks? He was freaking adorable.
Anywho, I am going to be THAT lady who goes on and on and on about her cute puppy and all the amazing puppy things it can do. I will look a cat person straight in the eye and tell them a puppy story knowing they don’t care but not caring that they don’t care. The way I see it, if you don’t love a good puppy story, what kind of human are you? Probably one that be joining me in hell for coining the UB term. Just kidding, we’re not all going to hell.
It is clear that I will end up raising this puppy similar to the way I have raised my son: Totally overprotective, completely oblivious to flaws (because there are none), and full of quasi-psycho adoration. Yeah, I’m pretty sure parenting a puppy will be along the same lines as parenting a child (less the birthing, breastfeeding and burping). But everything else…Totally the same. 🙂
Here are some examples:
- I can’t tell you how many pictures we’ve taken of him on his first day. Really cute ones. See? (props to the husband for the photos)
- You have to watch them like a hawk. Those puppies are nosey little buggers. Don’t eat this, don’t stick your paw in that, don’t stick that in your nose (just kidding about that one). It’s never-ending.
- You have to buy them special puppy things: Puppy food, puppy toys, puppy treats, puppy crates, puppy blankies, you name it. Just like babies need special baby things. Cha-Ching.
- I constantly worry about him. I actually checked on him when he was sleeping to make sure he was still breathing. No kidding. I did the same thing with my son. I’m sure that won’t last long…maybe a year?
- Speaking of sleeping. They do not sleep through the night. It sucks, just like when a baby doesn’t sleep through the night. I think I will hook Finn up with one of those teddy bears that has the heart beat sound in it. I wonder if that would work. It worked for my son.
- You have to puppy proof the house and yard. The good thing is you don’t have to put those things on the toilet. I always hated those. And no outlet plugs or cupboard locks. Mostly we just have to keep our crap picked up which we should be doing anyway.
- You have to give them shots and get their teeth cleaned. I’m pretty sure it costs more to maintain a healthy dog than a healthy child.
- You have to potty train them and reward them when they go in the right place…Outside. The difference is, I won’t give my puppy a sticker when he goes potty outside…I will give him a puppy treat. I suppose I could put a “Way to Go” sticker on him (pun intended) but he would probably eat it and then I’d have to say, “Spit that out Finn!!! Spit that out right now!!”
- You come up with nicknames for them, because you love them. Here’s my first round of nicknames for Finn Fandango: Finny, Finfan, the Finster, FinFin, The Finstantor, Finorama, Finny Linny. That’s all I’ve got for now but I’m sure there’s more where those came from…don’t you fret.
My first weekend of puppy motherhood I’ve come to realize how true that old saying is, “With a great puppy comes great responsibility.” My family and I have agreed that it takes a village and we are all up to the challenge of committing to good, solid puppy parenting.
Even our other dog, Theron, is on board…well, kind of.