I get up earlier- even setting a second alarm in case my live cat alarm is off. I mean I can coax my cat to crawl back under the covers which is basically like hitting the snooze button.
I wear my converse or tennis shoes rather than try and maneuver a 70lb dog in heels. I often sport a ponytail too. I don’t wear as much make up. Self explanatory.
I carry treats, doggy bags, and have given up my sports car for the time being. I have been to the pet store more than the clothing store. My therapist is seeing me every 3 weeks now. Getting ready to cut the cord. Eeek. She says I have a Therapy Dog now. I feel like I have something I needed? Someone who goes into the world with me when I would otherwise be alone. A strength who needs my strength.
Stewart Little used to do this. He would go everywhere with me/with us. But he went with little. I spose I needed something to go with BIG. just a theory.
One of my birthday presents was a shirt that says #DogMom’sLife.
How does it affect my relationship with My Man? We live and learn. We fight and love. It is like adding another child to a couple who have completely different parenting styles and goals. I knew this when I embarked.
My Man who is now the doggy daddy has worked hard to be able to afford the kennels, food, fencing, and training for our new guy. I appreciate him taking on this added responsibility. He gets up earlier too. He walks in the rain. He continues to show me he is Mr. Dependable.