I Freaked Out...

I purposely woke up Cooper, to drink and eat, and potty before I laid down myself last night. I did it with the frame of mind that I could steal more sleep for myself like when my own kids were tiny.

Before I knew it, it was 1:15 am, and I was awakened by the television. I got up, walked over to the crate, and tried my best to not make a sound to see if he was still breathing! I used to do the same thing with my children when they slept. After seeing his little chest move, I quietly walked back to bed, and quickly fell back to sleep after my mind was set at ease.

Shortly after 2am, I heard the whimpering of the little guy, and I sprung out of bed (now sleeping in my clothes so he doesn’t chew my sleeping husband again, his hair), over to get ready to take him out. Which basically means I throw on the sweater, which has puppy bags in one pocket, and treats in the other, and get my shoes on as fast as I can. Than remove him from the crate, put on the leash, and head directly out so he can do his business. I like being as prepared as I can so it goes smoother and faster.

This morning, I saw dog poop close by my door, and know it wasn’t Coopers (we pick up all his messes, and started buying refill baggies), and freaked out!!! When I came back inside, I started to look up Parvo and doggy diseases. With people having absolutely no regard for where people live, walk, and possibly have their own dogs…

In a panic, I bought potty pads, which I quickly learned was a mistake? I ended up chatting with the woman at the bank, who’s first dog was born like ours, in the puppy enclosure than the kennel with heating lamp. She explained that they are easier to potty train, and go outside, because of the start they have… and potty pads were futile! I even tried to catch some of his tinkle on a pad, because he started to actually hold it in, and would only go if I took him outside.

The idea of what others can give him, and possibly end up killing him, has me so freaked out that I even bleached his toys after I bought them before he ever played with them. I’d rather have a few faded toys than harm the new puppy (we have too much invested)… that only faded the eyeballs on his lizard, and all squeaky parts are fully functioning! ~*Smiles*~

But the whole time all I could think was, “what is wrong with people”, that they can’t pick up after their pets? Part of having a pet is taking care of all the odds and ends, just like human kids. I never threw my children’s diapers around, or by where people walk by and live, so why would they in turn just leave a doggy doodle by where I live and breath? The woman at the bank has me a little at ease, because it is unlikely he’ll catch a horrible disease, and we do live in a nice neighborhood… so I shouldn’t be as worried as I seem to be.