Wherever I go, people say, “Wow, puppies are a lot of work. It’s like you have a third kid. A baby!”
Recently, another mom said, “Phew. You must be exhausted. I hear it’s like having a newborn.”
And I replied, “Ohhhhh, no. Not a third kid. ‘Cause this puppy doesn’t have colic or reflux and throw up all over me while I have to bounce him on the physio ball or bounce him in the sling while whooshing and shwooshing while he screams and screams and doesn’t stop and I think I’m going to go crazy and end up in an asylum somewhere.”
And I saw her open her eyes in what I’m pretty sure was horror.
So now I know:
1. It’s better to answer “yes, a puppy is like a baby.”
2. I still have PTSD from the colicky baby state.