08/06/2022
Just like that , Ralph has officially been home with us for one year.
I sat down over the weekend and remembered where we were at a year ago and the emotions that came with it all.
That feeling of shock setting in that this little howling white polar bear was our new family member.
The shock of the piercing sharp shark teeth.
The shock of sleep deprivation.
The shock of our entire structured routine life being turned upside down.
Does my anxiety still surface at times? Of coarse , but it also disappears instead of lingering around like it did when Ralph was a puppy.
I am sitting here , a year later , with my big Swissie snoozing peacefully by my feet. Our cats , happily sitting on the couch next to me. Everyone , coexisting together , happily.
And I think back , to the moments where I actually considered giving Ralph back to the breeder since I believed he deserved a better more loving family.
The moments where I thought I just couldnât raise him properly.
How wrong was I , he is exactly where he needs to be , he is exactly the dog we always wanted and I couldnât imagine our life without him.
However , when you are in the deep of the puppy blues , itâs hard to imagine that it will get better.
But it will.
I promise.
I am a message away , please donât resort to giving your puppy up just yet. Have a chat with me. I have been there , in the worst of it.