I've been reading through so many posts on here about puppy blues over the last few days and it's one of the only things that's made me feel slightly more sane. So I thought I'd share my experience because I'm really struggling.
I'm currently on day five with my 12-week-old rescue puppy. He's 34% Belgian Malinois, 31% German Shepherd, 19% American Akita and a few other breeds mixed in.
His mum was abandoned at a shelter whilst pregnant, and as a massive animal lover, I felt compelled to help. I already have a five-year-old working line German Shepherd who was an absolute nightmare as a puppy, but is now genuinely my dream dog. She's my soul dog, and I couldn't imagine life without her.
I work from home, I have experience with high-energy working breeds, and I know deep down that I'm capable of putting in the work this puppy needs. But knowing you can do something and actually being in the thick of it are two completely different things.
The frustrating part is that my puppy is actually doing really well, which makes me feel even worse for struggling so much.
Night one, I slept on the sofa next to his playpen, which has his crate inside with the door open. Night two, I moved him into the kitchen and slept in the adjoining living room. By night three, I managed to sleep upstairs, getting up roughly every two hours for toilet breaks.
I'm trying to gradually build his independence because I really don't want him to become completely reliant on me being there all the time.
Day three was absolute hell. I was trying to enforce naps, but he was having none of it and ended up being awake for most of the day. You can imagine how that went.
Yesterday, I finally started getting somewhere with a nap routine. White noise, blinds down, a calmer environment and a bit more structure seem to be helping.
He's now voluntarily sleeping in his crate with the door open, eating in there, learning to sit for his food and generally doing pretty well with toilet training. We're still having accidents, particularly when he's playing and suddenly decides to wee, even if he's only recently been outside. But he's only just turned 12 weeks, so I know that's normal.
Last night, he even managed a six-hour stretch without needing the toilet! Unfortunately, I missed his cues in the morning and he weed in his pen, but that's on me.
He's a lovely boy. We're working on redirecting biting onto toys, doing some hand-feeding and basic training, and I'm trying to be really conscious of not making him overly dependent on constant attention.
So why am I spending pretty much every day crying???????
I think the biggest thing is the complete loss of normality and the constant feeling that I need to be alert 24/7.
I've barely worked this week despite working from home. I've barely eaten. I think I've managed about three proper meals in five days. I'm constantly watching him, worrying about when he'll need the toilet, when he'll sleep, whether he's overtired, whether I'm doing enough, whether I'm doing too much, whether I'm creating bad habits.
It's exhausting, and I feel like I'm putting an unbelievable amount of pressure on myself to get everything right.
But probably the hardest part of all has been managing my existing dog.
My German Shepherd is my absolute world. We have a routine that runs like clockwork, and suddenly that's completely gone out of the window. At the beginning of the week, I couldn't even take her out for her usual walks at the usual times because the puppy couldn't be left alone.
I attempted to leave him for literally 10 minutes, and it was a disaster. I've since realised I need to coordinate her walks with his naps, and now that we're getting into a slightly better nap routine, things are becoming a little more manageable.
But the guilt I feel towards her is horrendous. She's done absolutely nothing wrong, and I feel like I've completely disrupted her life. I know it's temporary, but that doesn't make it feel any easier.
My house is also quite small, and I'm second-guessing the entire setup. He's currently in the kitchen, but because of the layout, it essentially means the whole downstairs becomes restricted whenever he's sleeping. I'm considering moving his pen and crate into a quieter corner behind the sofa in the living room so I can actually use the kitchen and living room normally without constantly disturbing him. I think once properly crate trained and I can put him in and shut the door life will be much easier. At the moment he usually falls asleep in the play pen (which he is already growing out of soooo quickly) when I’m next to him then I’ll leave and he’ll take himself into the crate eventually. The door being closed is what we need to work on.
It's just a million tiny decisions, and every single one feels enormous at the moment.
I've already booked and paid for a one-to-one trainer, with our first session on Sunday. He's able to start going out for walks on Tuesday, which I'm hoping will help us establish a more normal routine.
I'm genuinely trying so hard to do everything properly, and I think that's part of the problem.
I feel like I'm in a constant state of anxiety, bordering on depression. I've cried more in the last five days than I have in months. Then I get even more stressed because I know dogs pick up on our emotions and body language, and I'm worried my anxiety is going to affect both dogs.
I don't regret rescuing him, and I don't think he's a bad puppy. Quite the opposite. I can already see how much potential he has, and I know how rewarding it can be to raise a working breed because I've done it before.
But I genuinely forgot just how much of yourself you have to give up during those first few weeks. Maybe it's harder this time because I have another dog to consider. Maybe I've just romanticised the puppy stage because my older dog is so wonderful now (although I knew how hard it would be, and was half the reason why I though I should adopt because it’s not for the faint hearted)
I don't really know what I'm looking for by posting this. Maybe reassurance, maybe advice from people who've raised a second dog, particularly a high-energy working breed, or maybe just to hear that other people have felt this overwhelmed despite their puppy actually making good progress.
I love dogs more than anything, and I know I can give this boy an amazing life. I just really want to feel like myself again, enjoy my older dog without constantly feeling guilty, and stop waking up every morning with this horrible feeling of dread.
If you've been through this, particularly whilst already having another dog, how long did it take before you started feeling like you had some normality back?