Rewind for the win!

So, just over a week ago now a new puppy came into the household and everyone was ecstatic.

Yes everyone. A week later I can already see the cracks starting to begin to break through.

It's not his fault. Like most new things that come into your life and rip it apart. He is just doing what he was born to do. Cause havoc and be cute. Whilst never sleeping and giving everyone the run around. He is a puppy after all.

 

So what does all this mean, well in short for the past week I have put exactly zero words to the page. This is not really a big deal to be honest. I can always catch it back if needed. I am however worried about the impact to the rest of the family. The emotional rollercoaster they all on at the moment and the inevitable question of doubt.

 

Yes, we all doubt ourselves. The decisions we make and the actions we take from time to time. We are only human after all. My worry here is that the doubt is centred around the obvious questions, should we have a dog at all.

 

The girls would argue yes and when I have broached this subject with them it has been faced with lost of childhood tears and panic. Yet I am left with a bigger issue, the health implications it is having on my wife. It cannot be overlooked and more importantly I have to do something about it.

 

For now I am taking all the night time wake ups and toilet breaks. My super power of Insomnia coming into play but I am not sure if this is enough to balance the underlying fact that the dog may just not fit with us as a family.

 

This is a really hard realisation to come to and to rationalise in my head. There's lots of help and advice out there on this subject and yes I am reading lots of it but its hard when I am just not there to help.

Update: It was a good day today, the girls and my wife have all gelled with Cosmo. This is a good thing. We are crate training and hopefully things may be looking up. It's a hard thing to do but hopefully the total disruption will be worth it.