The first month was insanely hard.
(Golden puppy) We had multiple talks of bringing him back to the breeder. He peed and pood everywhere. Nipped my son. Chewed up the cord to my favourite lamp.
I realized this morning that Today was the first time I said “I love you” to him. Not sure when it happened but at some point between 2am pees outside, fantasies of texting the breeder expressing this dog was impacting my mental health, and hating my life, I started to grow fond of him and not regret my decision.
He’s definitely ours now, and with crate training and consistency he’s already signalling to us when he needs to go outside (we thought it would never happen).
It gets better. It’s still hard sometimes, but it gets better.
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