Hi, new to here but heard this was the place to come! Going through some serious puppy blues right now. Husband and I have an 11 week old Dalmatian puppy, who is absolutely gorgeous and doing his best, but I'm struggling. Husband is a bit younger than me (I'm 41) and finding it easier, but I'm so strung out. I have trouble eating and my tummy is always in a jumble. I find myself having regrets and crying a lot, I'm at my wits end. It has really caught me off guard because I grew up with German shepherds and I've pet sat my way around the world and all my roommates had dogs with behavioural issues that I always managed to sort out without much effort, and here I have a puppy who has only just been with us a week and a half and rarely has an accident inside and is doing pretty well at sit, stay, come, so I shouldn't complain, but I just feel overwhelmed all of the time and want to run away.
I think it's because I had a really really rough past decade at life, and came from a toxic family that I had to hold too much responsibility for and I just cracked. Our plan was always to get a dog, which I wanted too, but I knew I was the hold up on it (always finding a reason as to why we should wait) and I just ran out of reasons one day and said okay. He's gorgeous, but I cry every single day. My husband is very supportive and understanding through everything and my feelings, but it's like I'm grieving all over again, only for the life and stability I'd only just achieved a couple months ago for the first time in my life and now I'm just back to being worried all of the time and without rest. I don't really have an understanding set of friends or family to talk to.
He went for his first walk today, was an absolute champion, met some other doggies and is now sleeping on my husbands lap, but I'm just anxious already about when he wakes up again and the chaos that will ensue. I know it is selfish, but for the first time in my life I had freedom and a safe place to call home and now those things have been taken away as fast as they came. I feel so awful, I feel like I should have seen this coming but it has really taken me aback. If it wasn't for my husband I don't think I'd have been able to keep this beautiful puppy, but then I suppose I would also never have gotten him either. I'm so torn, I want to get through this but every fibre in my body is hating it right now. I have no idea what I'm doing anymore, what the right choice to make are, and so on. I just want to sleep or go on holiday which is exactly what I won't be doing for the foreseeable future ahead.
Has anyone else gone through it this badly? I honestly am so worried about letting everyone down, my husband, the neighbours, our lovely puppy, and I just feel lonely AF right now and entirely lost.