Puppies are Not for the Faint of Heart

Puppies are not for the faint of heart.

If you take one (or more) of these beautiful beings of love into your home and heart, be sure you are prepared to go waaay more deeply into your Inner Healing than ever before. And make the promise – to them and to yourself – that you are in it for the long haul. Raising puppies is a training for you as much as it is for them. 

I have many virtues. In some cases, patience is not one of them. This is one of the many reasons I am glad I chose not to have human children at a young age. I may at some point in my 60’s (? I’m 51 now…) be mature enough to adopt one – we shall see.

But for now, we have puppies. Not one, and then another, like we did with Donovan and Starla – so we could train one at a time, and also have the benefit of the older one “training” the younger one how to be, to a certain degree. We chose to have two puppies. Siblings, so they’ve never been apart.

Which is wonderful, because they have each other – they love each other – they play and wrestle and “fight” and steal each other’s toys…and they also cuddle and snuggle and kiss each other and teach me sweetness in my own heart.

But having even just one dog at any age is having a toddler forever.

They will always need help. Help going potty. Help getting fed. Help being told what they can and cannot do. And for a person who chose to not have children because I knew I would not be a patient enough parent, having two toddlers who must always be told not to do the things they shouldn’t be doing is very, very challenging. 

And also, companionship – puppies should never be left alone for very long. We are their peeps, their posse – their packmates.

They rely on us for love, and for all else. 

It’s been so long since we had puppies this young. By the time we lost Donovan, and then Starla, they were each almost 14 years old, and waaay more mellow than they were as young pups. So having two amazing, healthy and rambunctious pups who I am attempting to train (them? me?) to be more mellow, not bark for as long, not jump on me (or anyone!), kiss instead of bite – this experience is bringing up a lot of pent up emotion that I didn’t even realize I had pushed down over time because I didn’t want to deal with it. Each time my patience is tried, more waves of the pushed down emotions are stirred up. And I am forced (thank goodness) to feel them, deal with them, sob…release and release and release…shaking my fists at the sky.

I don’t love it. But – I am grateful for it. I NEEDED it. And, well, maybe I do love it. I love to heal. 

Anyway, who needs pent up emotion eating away at their insides when they can have amazing, beautiful, loving puppies whose innocent naughtiness wildly stirs the pot – causing the formerly stuck emotions to well up and flow out, over and over, in waves of grief, anger and despair? 

Plus, they are there to lean on, and to kiss away my tears as I express and let go – of Everything. 

So, now until forever, Project Patience reigns. And the Training Saga continues (for them AND me)…. 


Baxter & Minerva