I would like to start this post by saying that I love my dog very much. I would also like to say that I hope to never become one of those bloggers who only shows the rainbows and sunshine parts of their life because that is not realistic. While I am the happiest I have ever been, things in my life are not perfect and some days are better than others. In that spirit, yesterday was a complete disaster. You see, my pug appears to be going through the terrible twos. Lately, our day goes a little something like this: wake up, eat, walk, come home, run circles around me while barking and stopping only to chew my furniture, jump on my (sizable) pregnant belly, chew my hair (wtf?!), pass out, REPEAT.
I have tried everything to stop this behavior. I ignore him when he acts like a complete psychopath. I play with him! I use every command and strategy seen on “It’s Me or the Dog.” and nothing works. I end up waddle-running around my apartment all day trying to control him. But yesterday I just cried. Yup, cried. I am almost 7 months pregnant and very hormonal so I cried. Most dogs will notice you are upset and comfort you, right? Not my dog. He ran faster, chewed harder, and barked louder. I wonder if he knows I am pregnant and that another person will be coming into our life. That is probably impossible. Maybe he is just bored. Or maybe it is just leftover puppy energy. Maybe it is because he is a rescue.
I realize there are bigger problems in the world but when you are about to have your first child come into your home and your dog acts like a raving lunatic, it is difficult not to worry because the last thing I want to do is get rid of my dog. I just will not do that. I love him! I am determined to find a solution. I should add that my husband is a huge help when he is home from work so I am really lucky. Overall, I am trying not to stress because I know that it is not good for the baby but I can’t help but wonder how he is going to act when the baby arrives.