I knew getting a dog would be hard work. I just failed to imagine how much more difficult it would be having a dog in a small little apartment. On top of that, the little guy won’t really eat.
Although I guess he’s not that little; when I took him home for the weekend he towered over my parents two Terrier Dachsund mixes. Finally though, we are in one place for a whole week. He had slept in 3 different houses the first 3 nights we had him. He got a little bit better reception from the girlfriend’s parents than from my own parents. Her parents already said he could stay with them whenever I needed a dog sitter. My parents, on the other hand, said, “We told you it’d be a lot of work,” and then carried onto give me constant advice on how I should raise him and what I should feed him.
Personally, I’m 21 years old and most of my cousins on my dad’s side who are younger than me have already had children, I’d like to think I’m capable of raising a dog if they can raise children.
Besides all that, waking up at 3am every morning still doesn’t seem to become routine. Then having a dog to take care of after that and before that, it’s becoming very difficult to find sleep. Not to mention, following this week and Christmas, I have to start my winter intersession online class. When did life get so busy?
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