Puppy pain

We have a new puppy living with us, which means it’s like we have a newborn baby again, with the difference being that instead of filling bottles, I’m filling tracheas. 🤮

Yes, today I spent the morning juggling work calls and filling dried cow tracheas (a favorite cartilage treat, who knew?) with sweet potato, peanut butter, and applesauce for the freezer. I also have Kong toys stuffed the same and pea pods and wet towels in the freezer, along with an assortment of non-frozen chew toys littered around, along with more dried cow ears and duck necks than you can count.

This pup is four months old and teething (she’ll lose all her baby teeth this month) and very hungry (she’s underweight from the shelter), so if she’s not got something in her mouth, it isn’t for long. She’ll bite on anything, including us.

The constant feeding and attention, combined with crate training, potty training, multiple daily walks, and being woken up at 4am every day, make me feel like I need parental leave. Actually, it all just makes me question what we’re doing. I’ve done this before, and I know it’ll get better, but that doesn’t make it suck any less right now.

At least she’s cute; I’ll give her that.