We got our 10 week old pup last week. We rescued her from a shelter – we went to look at getting an adult dog (as we knew we wanted to rescue) but they recommended this particular puppy instead as we have a 7 year old. She is a terrier/shih tzu mix and she is very sweet, but I am just not coping with the puppy stage AT ALL.
As some background, we had a Patterdale for 3 years who sadly died he was just 4 from a heart condition. He was DP’s dog and came as part of the package when he moved in with us last year, but he was a lovely (although not always easy) dog and I really enjoyed having him as part of our family. Having said that, if I’m honest when he died I would have been happy enough not getting another dog — I missed him but also relished the freedom and the peace and quiet. But DP and DD were both desperate for another dog and I could see that having a dog had a beneficial impact on our family life (more outside time, great for our mental health, DD is an only and loved finally having a “sibling”). So I agreed to go for it.
DP has had dogs all his life, and has had two other puppies, and he did warn me that it would be challenging. But God, I had no idea how hard it would be. It’s like having a baby – people warn you but they can’t really get across how hard it is. It’s only day 6 and I have cried every single day so far, including crying myself to sleep most nights. I wake up miserable and go to bed miserable, even if there are times in the middle that are bearable. I hate it. It’s like a bomb has gone off in my life and everything is completely out of control.
Giving her up is not an option – DD and DP would be heartbroken and I believe that rescuing a dog is a commitment that you can’t go back on (unless she displayed aggression towards DD, obviously). So I guess I’m just desperately asking for help, support and understanding. I feel like an awful person for feeling this way – I KNOW none of this is her fault, she is just a baby and she had a tough start in life, but God, it’s hard.
Things I’m finding particularly challenging:
- Toilet training. Being vigilant about watching her ALL THE TIME is exhausting, and then so often it doesn’t even help. Today I spotted her toilet cues, took her out, stood in the rain for nearly half an hour to no avail, brought her back in the house and in the time I was taking my coat off she had pooed and peed on the floor. While I was cleaning that up she peed again in another room. DP gives me breaks to have a bath etc but I feel guilty every time I’m not there so I can’t really relax.
- Sleep. We’re continuing her crate training (they had already started in the shelter) and during the day she’s absolutely fine – she goes in happily and although she doesn’t settle as well as she would if we let her just sleep on us / the floor, she does settle. But at night she barks and barks, and has pooed in her crate within minutes of us leaving her sight 4 nights out of 5. (We notice immediately obviously and bath her etc.) It feels like we’ve tried everything – sitting with her until she falls asleep, leaving a podcast on, shushing her, gradual retreat, changing her feeding time – but nothing helps. We can’t fit the crate in our bedroom and I don’t want her sleeping on our bed (upstairs is my daughter’s “safe zone” so dogs have never been allowed up there), and we don’t have a spare room etc so we can’t temporarily have one of us sleep in with her. It means we’re not getting to sleep until really late and then we’re just exhausted. I’ve had Covid and am really struggling to recover because I’m not getting enough sleep.
- Early mornings. I’m not a morning person and never have been. Our old dog would happily sleep until 9. The idea that I have to be up at 7 every day for however long is making me want to weep.
- Not being able to leave the house. She hates being left alone – which I know is normal – and I have no idea if or when DP and I will be able to leave the house again together! DD’s dad died when she was 2 and having DP in our lives, becoming a family, has been so healing for both her and I – now we’re back to having to do things separately and honestly, it’s making me so sad. We take the pup with us in the sling when we can but things like food shopping, DD’s gymnastics class, school events – there’s just no way we can do them as a family and I can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. We’ve been trying to leave her for short periods to get used to it but with her so often pooing in her crate as soon as we leave, it’s really tricky to do. The poor thing has had more baths in 6 days than our last dog would have had in months!
Please someone reassure me it gets better and it’s all worth it? As ridiculous as this sounds, it’s reminding me so much of when I had a newborn – when I had severe PND and psychosis, and tried to commit suicide – and it’s genuinely triggering awful memories of that time. The reason I only have one child is because I never wanted to risk going back to that place!
Please be kind. I realise I sound pathetic and I should have expected all of this. I just had no idea how hard I would find it and I don’t know how to cope.