... and please don't tell me 'told you so'.
We didn't the pup on a 'whim', we weighed up pros and cons for a fair while; I always had dogs as I was growing up and it 'made' our family.
Things in our life seemed to be the best they could to accommodate a puppy - I live next door to work so can regularly come home; we walk a mile and back to childminder's every day and also go through parkland, so walking no problem; dds are a 'good' age (8 and 4).
We are currently quite lazy with our weekends and waste quite a lot of our time so we both (dh and I) agreed that a dog would give us some more family time doing walky, healthy things. I don't like smaller pets and I think dogs give so much love and happiness.
But the reality has been hard. Last puppy I had was 17 years ago, before dds and dh! Puppy has been generally very good given her age and she's only been with us 4 days.
But dh was in a right mood this morning, even though it was me up at 1.30 and 5.30, and he's has just admitted by text that he was really happy with our life the way it was and he feels 'invaded' and can't love the puppy the way he think he should. Yes, it's a pain getting up and picking up poo, and being confined to barracks, etc.... but it won't be forever. It will get better... won't it?