I had to take a step back and realize that getting Pretzel (whom I planned on getting, and was really excited to get, and did my due diligence for before adopting, etc) really triggered the puppy blues in me and it is a very real phenomenon. I had no idea what was happening.
I have the two girls with their immune mediated thrombocytopenia and an unknown amount of time left with me, and I wanted to bring a puppy in before they were gone.
After I did, for the first few days I was in shear panic. I legitimately had panic attacks (which I don't struggle with) and I wanted to give him back or find him a new home… especially the first 72 hours of caring for him on my own.
Every time he refused to potty outside felt like a personal failure, or like a defect with the dog. I would wake up stressed out with heart palpitations.
I even adopted an older puppy so I wouldn't go through the sleepless nights that I went through with my girls. Still, it felt like he just didn't fit and nothing was working. I was sure something was wrong with him.
The funny thing is, aside from being more difficult to potty train than other puppies I have had, he's a quick learner, super affectionate, and has the best temperament out of the puppies I've brought home over the years.
Jameson is now home from the emergency vet again tonight, and for Valentine's Day I'm so grateful Pretzel has officially gone potty outside three times in the last 24 hours and I have all three of my dogs by my side to watch TV with and veg out and be grateful for.
The Puppy Blues are real, but I also have a damn sweet puppy.
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