We survived the first night...

Much like when I had my first son, no one warned me about being woken up in the middle of the night. First Cooper was the “midnight monster”, I placed him back in his crate, and soon he was the “2am Tyrant”, and again by three am I was out of cute ways of coping with him stealing my sleep. Good thing is, I had three human kids, and still have “mommy ears”. Which basically equates to the fact I wake up to noises while my husband and three human sons sleep through me freezing outside.

And to make matters worse, I am on day one of a cold, all in the nose/head, with a slight fever. So between him waking up various hours of the night, and this cold wiping me out, I’m not above a nap if the human kids would settle down? Reality is, I can’t sleep during the day because of my kids, and at night Cooper is waking me up. Only difference between him and my kids is that instead of being warm inside making a bottle, I am stuck outside where it is freezing while he goes potty… and he has been absolutely amazing so far in doing his business and getting back inside! But keep in mind this is just night one, before I’ve had weeks of sleep deprivation, and I remember all too well with my human kids.

I can’t seem to get out of my head what his life span would be. Before leaving with him, from the breeder, I asked what the average life span is. He stated, and has many years of experience (he’s a doctor), they live between nine and thirteen years. I kept thinking of how we previously thought that the boys would all be moved or moving out when that time comes. Now we have to think that the youngest kids will be in high school when we possibly loose this fur-person that is just entering our lives. I can’t help but feel a small sting of sadness as he licks my face and leaves puppy breath. I just want to make sure that each year counts!!!