I keep going back and forth.
Sometimes I feel like it's easy with proper boundaries in place and a good routine/schedule, and I would be willing to do it again, especially if I have an adult dog to play with the puppy sometimes and do fun stuff with outside of puppy time.
Then the blues come back and I regret not adopting an adult dog, since everything I wanted a dog for (camping, going outside and doing stuff) is at minimum a few weeks away, and "indoor" behavior that I came to enjoy from the adult dogs that I lived with (cuddling, chilling, napping) is at best a year away. Before you get into the situation, a few weeks seems like no time at all, but with a puppy a few weeks is a genuine eternity of Groundhog Days of training, playing fetch&tug, biting, praying for the patience just to make it through the day, hoping my cats don't feel neglected or replaced, and wishing I had more than 2 hours to myself at a time
It's like a 75/25 split of regret/enjoyment. Whenever there's a peek through the clouds and she can just settle in the kitchen with me while I cook, or she sleeps through the night, or she sits nicely in the car with me while we're observing stuff, I feel like I can do it and would be happy to do it again. But right now its 1pm and I'm trying to stay as still as humanly possible so she doesn't wake up and I don't have to play puppy pincushion for the next hour, and I regret even doing it this first time, let alone considering taking it on again.
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