Ryder’s First Two Weeks

As much as this was supposed to be a post about Ryder, it is also a post about reality biting me in the butt.  Remember I mentioned in the first Ryder post how puppies are worse than human babies?  Bringing a puppy into the house for the first time in over 30 years (my youngest in the past 30 some years was 6 months) was a major shock to the system.  I’m a night person.  I perk right up at about 10 or 11 p.m. But the Husband has to go to work in the a.m.  So the puppy has to go to bed at a reasonable hour so that he is up with the Husband and getting fed the same time as the cats.  He certainly isn’t going to go back to sleep and he can’t be left running around unsupervised.  And it wouldn’t be fair leaving him in his crate for hours more waiting for me to crawl out of bed. And that certainly wouldn’t help his sleep schedule any.  So that translates into mom, here, having to get up at what, for me, is an ungodly hour of the morning.

Getting a dog sooner than planned meant I hadn’t adjusted my sleep schedule back to a more day oriented routine.  It was like getting thrown into rough water without a life jacket.  I am a light sleeper and thus have a very low tolerance level for sleep deprivation.   My inability to adjust quickly (i.e. go to f@#king sleep at night!!!) that first week was killing me.  I couldn’t function.  And I was getting mad at the dog for existing.  I was ready to just give him away.  I didn’t want him anymore. The hell with having a dog.  I was shocked at how angry I was and how willing I was to consider getting rid of the dog.  I was not in a good place.

As a result, the Husband is going into work an hour later at a more normal time so that I have extra time for sleep. (He normally likes to get in before anyone else so that he has peace and quiet to work undisturbed.)  He is also handling the middle of the night trip to potty.  Unlike me, he can fall back asleep in like 2 minutes and said it made no sense for me to keep trying to handle the potty trips.  Which made me feel bad ’cause I’m the one who brought the dog home out of the blue with no prior setup for it.  But, he was right.  I’m still not sleeping well but the extra I get has taken me from insane to somewhat functional.

Something I’m sure everyone appreciates.

Despite the insanity, some things have gotten done and this second week I have been actually falling asleep by 12:30.  Fingers crossed for continued improvement and attitude adjustment.  It’s been really, really hard giving up my evenings.  Here are some pictures from our first two weeks:

It's hard to be angry with someone who curls up to sleep at your feet even when the floor is hard.

It’s hard to be angry with someone who curls up to sleep at your feet even when the floor is hard.

We've learned that walking on a leash can lead to many interesting places.  Unfortunately, mom is a buzzkill.  She keeps sticking her fingers in my mouth and taking away the rocks I want to eat.

I’ve learned that walking on a leash can lead to many interesting places. 

First bath.  But since puppies get cold easily, I was wrapped up in a towel and rubbed dry and cuddled till I fell asleep.   Nap time!

First bath. But since puppies get cold easily, I was wrapped up in a towel and rubbed dry and cuddled till I fell asleep. Nap time!

I now pee outside when asked except when I'm nervous or scared. Mom wishes this meant no more accidents in the house.  I'm working on it!

I now pee outside when asked except when I’m nervous or scared. Mom wishes this meant no more accidents in the house. I’m working on it!

I like my chewy and my basket of toys.

I like my chewy and my basket of toys.

Dad got out that monster thing that sucks the carpet.  I ran and hid in mom's lap.

Dad got out that monster thing that sucks the carpet. I ran and hid in mom’s lap.

Mom eventually left me to go pat that noisy monster.  I was waiting for it to eat her.

Mom eventually left me to go pat that noisy monster. I was waiting for it to eat her.

I eventually came over to take a look, but I don't think I want to be friends.

I eventually came over to take a look, but I don’t think I want to be friends.

Tired puppies hate missing anything.  But they are no match for the sandman. (Puppies can sleep in the darndest positions!)

Tired puppies hate missing anything. But they are no match for the Sandman. (Puppies can sleep in the darndest positions!)

Mom says it's important for me to stand still while I get my feet wiped off.  I can do this on the porch now, too!

Mom says it’s important for me to stand still while I get my feet wiped off. I can do this on the porch now, too!

I'm learning to play on my tie!  There are lots of good things to eat out here.  Unfortunately, mom is a buzzkill. She keeps sticking her fingers in my mouth and taking away the rocks 'n things I want to eat.

I’m learning to play on my tie! There are lots of good things to eat out here. Unfortunately, mom is a buzz kill. She keeps sticking her fingers in my mouth and taking away the rocks ‘n things I want to eat.

I have a ball to herd. It rattles!

I have a ball to herd. It rattles!

This one bounces funny, but I can drag it around!

This one bounces funny, but I can drag it around!

After all that work, I need another nap.  And this is a really great place to do it!

After all that work, I need another nap. And this is a really great place to do it!

Hope you enjoyed the pictures!

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2 responses to “Ryder’s First Two Weeks

  1. He is so cute! And I totally understand the how demanding baby creatures are. Eventually they will become fully functional though!

    • Yeah, you totally got nailed with that undernourished pregnant cat. Did you by any chance take pics along the way? ‘Cause that would make a really good post!

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