First, she wet in the house the first couple weeks she was here.
Second, she tears up my garbage when I'm away for a few hours.
Third, she wants lots of attention.
Fourth, she requires lots of activity.
She's a bed hog.
Every morning around 6am my mom lets her out to go potty.
Twice a day she gets a walk where she gets to run around in the park.
|the tub after a Bella bath|
What am I going to do when I move out? Will I have to get up early every morning of my life to let her out? Will I have to get a tacky doggy door so she won't wet the carpet or tear things up while I'm gone?
So I think "What have I done??" and I realize my life has changed and I miss the days in my bedroom alone. And I see I have taken on a responsibility--like adopting a child before you're married. And I didn't know, I wasn't prepared, I couldn't have been. And I am tempted to send her back because a panic is threatening.
And lastly, the thought I had when I decided it was okay with God to move forward:
It is a good thing when our love expands.
Those who have kids and husbands or even other forms of responsibility will think me a little extreme here, but this is my first major responsibility and commitment, and while small, I'm thankful I'm getting used to the smaller steps before I have to undergo a bigger one, because apparently I really needed practice. And right now, my parents help out very very much.