As it turns out, becoming a mother (be it to dog or human) is exactly how they say it is: challenging. Rosie though isn't a difficult puppy; it's just difficult to raise a puppy. Especially whilst juggling a full-time job. I worry about her...a lot. So my daily agenda has experienced some changes as a result. Lunches have turned into short strolls up and down my block, which has resulted in being on a first-name basis with the septagenarions of the neighborhood. I timed to the minute the two routes leading back home to see which one would get me to "Rosie's house" (her crate) the quickest. Not to mention the numerous last glasses of wine I've sacrificed in order to ensure getting home in a timely manner so I didn't have to return to whimpers.
One day when I was feeling an inadequate parent for not being able to spend enough time at home to master "sit," I subsequently thought "Thank God." I am getting this 9-5 working mother guilt behavior, coupled with first-child over-bearing parental guidance over with now. It's not that I wish Rosie a burdensome adolescence (over-bearing parental guidance tendency). I just feel it's less stressful to deal with the other dog-walking moms at the park talking behind my back than it is the carpool moms of human beings (9-5 working mother guilt tendency).
Beyond just maturing past playground gossip though I am learning to give my undivided attention to playtime with squeaky toys. To not sweat the small things like chewed up leggings. And maybe most importantly to let someone go ahead of me for the bathroom. At the end of the day all any of us parents are really looking for are those special moments when they curl up on your lap on a cold winter night. Right before they abruptly jump up and start splashing around their water bowl all over the kitchen. How long until they graduate from obedience school?