I got my puppy Sage from the humane society at the end of August 2012. She was two months old (in less than a week she will be 8 months). She is a pretty good dog; a black lab and pointer mix. She's hyper, eats way too much, and won't stop chasing our mini schanuzer Sadie but you know what? I still love her. She chewed up some of my favorite clothing, some pictures, and a cord or two. But I still love her. She's sweet (when she wants to be) and I know she loves me as much as anybody could love anyone.
The most stressful thing about this journey is that my mom absolutely hates her (because she chases Sadie). I hear, "Get your f***ing dog!" and variations of that sentence at least 20 times a day. I only see my mom for about 6 hours. Do you know how stressful that is? I work at a fast food place where I get yelled at and am constantly stressed and go home to the same exact thing. A person can only take so much stress before they freak out and, in my case, sometimes become a raging bitch. She wonders why I get angry and yell back. Being mean to my dog is like being mean to my child. She doesn't understand that Sage is my baby. Not being in a relationship at the age of 24 when most of your friends are either in serious relationships or getting married leaves a void in your heart.
Hearing:
When are you going to get married?
When are you going to get a boyfriend?
Have you found a job yet?
Why did you go to college for art. There's not much money in that.
Why did you get a dog? You know..they're a lot of responsibility. What if you get a job? You
probably can't have her in an apartment.
It drives me nuts! Let me live my life. If I make a mistake then guess what? Life goes on! I'm 24. I don't know the answers to any of those questions. But I do know that my heart has been filled with love when I had a cloud of sadness hanging over my head. I have a purpose and it's to be the best "mom" I can be to my puppy.
