Motherhood... sort of.

I promise this won't turn into a "doggie blog," but I saw this pic online and it is exactly how I feel right now. Yes, I realize this is a mother with a child. But Jon and I have been thrown into early parenthood with our cute little pup. We were so excited to get her yesterday, and my last entry was so much fun to write.

But when she didn't go into her kennel easily last night, then pooped TWICE before 1 a.m. and screamed her head off, I knew I was in for a rough night. She cried again around three and I let her around the garage for a bit, then at 5 a.m. this morning little Jovi was done sleeping.

When I rescued her, she was standing in the biggest pile of poop I've ever seen out of a small body. Gross. My gag reflex is not too forgiving and that was no exception. Ew. So I cleaned out the kennel and threw away the soiled towels. (No way was I going to wash those!) Then cute Jon decided it was his turn, so he dragged himself out of bed and took her on a walk so I could sleep for a couple of hours.

Then I took her on a walk so HE could sleep... sound familiar mothers out there?

That's how it went all day. She cries and cries if we leave her alone for more than 15 minutes, so we've just taken turns playing and bathing and walking.

Now it's nearly 11 p.m. and she's been crying in her kennel for 30 minutes plus. I read that it's the most important time to just ignore her and let her get accustomed to the kennel. "It's a safe place that dogs enjoy" says one website. MY FOOT!

I'm just hoping she'll sleep a bit before I have to take her out at midnight. Then at 2. Then at 4. Then at 6. Oh joy.