Two weeks ago our family got a new addition. I got my first dog at the tender age of 49.
My husband has wanted a dog in our family since about the second date 14 years ago. Me? I kept pushing back.
First there was the human baby reason. Then there was the commuting family reason. Then there was the “we’re renting” reason.
And then we got to 2016 and I ran out of excuses.
I’m so bloody glad I did.
As I type, the cutest (a mother is allowed to say that) ball of fluff is asleep at me feet. She sits there most of the day, chilling out to my tappity, tap, tapping on the keyboard.
Clementine – Clem – Clemmy. That’s her name. (Not that she answers to it yet.)
We fell in love with schnoodles (miniature schnauzer/poodle cross) after meeting BabyMac‘s Frank two years ago. Frank is just the most beautiful natured dog and so far it seems the same way for Clem.
I’m on a quest to try 12 new things before I turn the big 5-0 in June next year. So far I’ve done a floral workshop, revisited Pilates and yoga; tried stand-up paddle-boarding and embraced meditation.
This new thing has to be the biggest, yes?
As anyone (which is practically EVERYONE I know) has attested to, it’s like becoming a mum. Except without the pain of labour and the fact that they’re born pretty much a toddler.
I’ve become THAT person who boasts that she’s sleeping through the night and not waking or whimpering until 5am (which if we had Daylight Saving in Queensland that’s 6am so a damn good effort!). It’s light outside so who can blame her.
There are insects to chase, sticks to chew and humans to play with. Life is just too damn fun when you’re a puppy. And then you sleep again.
That rinse and repeat sleep/play cycle I did with all three of my kids when they were babes? I’ve employed that but switched out the nappy change for a quick trip down the steps into the backyard.
And YES just like talking about toilet training a toddler, we cannot help but share tales of her toilet success. And then, like all toddlers, she goes and shows us who’s boss by peeing on the floor.
Mostly this has happened because the humans in her life have let her down. The steps are baby-gated off (she’d fall through the railings and her little legs are not quite there for getting down the steps), so at the moment it’s up to us to take her down to the backyard and on to the grass.
We signed up for puppy preschool too and a good job we did because the HUMANS ARE IN CHARGE. She just doesn’t know that yet.
She is the smallest of the dogs in the class but gives them a growl, a sniff and leap. She’s not scared of them at all and is only put out when the teacher is dishing out more treats to others.
Because I’m the work-at-home human, I’ve got the day shift. Mr SY has taken on the night/early morning shift.
I’ve also taken on the role of chief accessory/toy buyer. Well, she is a girl, isn’t she? And when BabyMac sent me a link to this store, I was all ADD TO CART.
And she has taken a liking to photobombing my #everydaystyle photos. Lucky she works back nicely with my love of black.
As for “helping” with #cleansheetday … well, that’s just delicious, isn’t it?
So welcome to the SY team oh my darling Clementine. You are my #12before50 best new thing yet.
Do you have a puppy/dog in your life? Tried anything new in the past month?