No List Needed
There was no point in doing a Tuesday’s List this week because Hayden only says three things now.
- I know that.
- I already know that.
- You already told me that.
After feeding him pigs ‘n the blanket for dinner and listening to his smarty-pantsness all day, I was really starting to feel like a less-than stellar parent and took a turn for the worse when Scott chided me for leaving Arthur in his crate for too long.
It was a a little over two hours, which apparently, is unacceptable.
What? I had to do some stuff.
I am new to this doggie-parenting thing. I read the articles and try to do everything right. In a way it’s actually harder than having a kid. At least with a kid, as long as you try your hardest and feed him mostly good and take care of him when he’s sick and kiss him goodnight he is going to turn out okay.
With dogs, one rookie mistake turns into a lifetime of bad behavior. Accidentally point your finger when you say, “No!”? Tsk Tsk. Accidentally let him up on your bed and under the covers for just a second because it was do damned cute? Tsk Tsk. Accidentally let him jump around when you return home? Tsk Tsk.
I am no Cesar Millan (although I think we are the same height).
…thirty minutes later…
Oh, sorry. I got sidetacked reading Cesar. Apparently, I need to run Arthur like crazy first thing in the morning, which is hard to do with Hayden around. How do people handle dogs and kids at the same time?
If I am the one who lets Arthur out of the crate in the morning and take him out to wee wee? When Hayden gets up he throws himself down on the floor and whines and cries.
Between his whining and Arthur’s whimpering, I don’t know how much more I can take.
Please tell me this gets better.