Wednesday, January 20, 2010
What Was I Thinking?
I get my independence after 7 years of pregnancy and pre-school children, meaning that I can utilise the time they're finally both in school to do other, child-unrelated stuff. I enjoy going out running or cyling, sorting stuff in the house, and most of all being free to come and go as I please within the confines of my domestic obligations.
So what do I do with this new-found freedom?
I get a small dependent creature which pees on the floor every 10 minutes and requires frequent feeding, which needs constant reassurance, affection and encouragement; and with whom I must stand out in the garden in all weathers at all times of day or night.
In return it chews my wellies, jumps on any clean laundry I drop on the floor, shreds the newspaper I put down for it, makes holes in my hands and jeans and ignores every toy and every word of well-meaning enthusiastic training that I throw her way.
That's Asha.
To be fair, Asha is also a very cute and endearing little furball. She is intelligent and responsive (when she wants to be), energetic and playful, and loves nothing more when tired and chewed-out, to cuddle asleep on my lap, breathing loudly. I certainly can't feel lonely when she's wagging her tail at me from where she is confined behind the baby gate. When I read online about people and their new puppy experiences, she seems about averagely difficult to toilet train, averagely responsive, and averagely hyper-active. It's only because I have no point of comparison and because I've (temporarily, I hope), lost so much, that she tries my patience a little.
I am willing miraculous puppy-training availability for next week (Asha receives her 10-week jabs on Friday after which she is free to mix with other canines), for a little help in how to cope with this black furry handful of an animal. I'm willing to travel ... Scotland?
Meanwhile life goes on around me; the ironing is not done, the laundry from the weekend is still where it was then; I haven't made it to the post office as promised; I've only just managed to do the two small amounts of work that've been pending while my (other) computer has retired with breathing difficulties; but I've very successfully managed to empty the biscuit jar ... on several occasions ... because that's what I do when I'm feeling frustrated and hemmed-in and ineffectual.
Fun fun fun.
So what do I do with this new-found freedom?
I get a small dependent creature which pees on the floor every 10 minutes and requires frequent feeding, which needs constant reassurance, affection and encouragement; and with whom I must stand out in the garden in all weathers at all times of day or night.
In return it chews my wellies, jumps on any clean laundry I drop on the floor, shreds the newspaper I put down for it, makes holes in my hands and jeans and ignores every toy and every word of well-meaning enthusiastic training that I throw her way.
That's Asha.
To be fair, Asha is also a very cute and endearing little furball. She is intelligent and responsive (when she wants to be), energetic and playful, and loves nothing more when tired and chewed-out, to cuddle asleep on my lap, breathing loudly. I certainly can't feel lonely when she's wagging her tail at me from where she is confined behind the baby gate. When I read online about people and their new puppy experiences, she seems about averagely difficult to toilet train, averagely responsive, and averagely hyper-active. It's only because I have no point of comparison and because I've (temporarily, I hope), lost so much, that she tries my patience a little.
I am willing miraculous puppy-training availability for next week (Asha receives her 10-week jabs on Friday after which she is free to mix with other canines), for a little help in how to cope with this black furry handful of an animal. I'm willing to travel ... Scotland?
Meanwhile life goes on around me; the ironing is not done, the laundry from the weekend is still where it was then; I haven't made it to the post office as promised; I've only just managed to do the two small amounts of work that've been pending while my (other) computer has retired with breathing difficulties; but I've very successfully managed to empty the biscuit jar ... on several occasions ... because that's what I do when I'm feeling frustrated and hemmed-in and ineffectual.
Fun fun fun.
lara : 13:57
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