When I pictured my life with kids and dogs, I had this idea of what it could be like. I envisioned us as a happy family, taking strolls around the park, playing in the backyard, lots of cuddles and kisses, snuggling up after a day of fun adventures, just a bunch of best friends growing up together… well, I certainly didn’t draw stick in life! I am the one usually tangled between leashes, yelling for someone to slow down.
I wish I could say that I am exaggerating, but from the time I wake up to the time I go to bed, I do not sit down. In between trying raising, teaching and entertaining an energetic toddler, working a full-time job, and handling daily household tasks, I am making every effort to train my dogs so that we can live in peace even if it is just a few minutes a day. If you’re my husband, you think that all dogs should arrive at your house from the dog Gods, fully trained. Unfortunately, that’s not how it works and it takes a lot of time and consistency to even get an ounce of cooperation from some very stubborn, hyperactive dogs.
Welcome to my home, did you bring your riot gear?!!
My oldest pup is my Eskie. The little fluff ball is a 20lb. instigating, super humper, equipped with an internal jetpack. She will never miss the opportunity to show another dog that she is the alpha-female. Since we brought her home, she has been in competition with my dryer to steal every sock. She generally likes to keep to herself, but once she gets a boost of energy, she is unstoppable.
The youngest girl in my house is my Newfie. She is hell on wheels and I see no end in sight to her crazy behavior. I am still trying to figure out if this is a puppy thing or a couple of screws loose thing. Either way, she is the reason that I need to hide items that I don’t want to be destroyed, consider bubble wrapping my child and have a stock in Excedrin. I am pretty sure that at some point, I will witness her crashing through my wall or door like the Kool-Aid man. Despite our ongoing training lessons, she is a tough cookie to crack and calm.
A majority of the time I feel like Mufasa in The Lion King trying to survive the stampede. As I hang on to a door for dear life, both my daughter and dogs are trying to drag me down. Or on the flip side, my daughter is chasing the dogs, which starts the race of who can run faster. I have to use my superhuman mom reflexes to quickly get my daughter out of the way before she goes flying up in the air. There is always screaming, barking or whining. I always have someone hanging on me or shoving a toy in my face. Sit down and get back up because one of the dogs need to go outside, or someone wants food and water. Sit down just to hear someone in the kitchen counter surfing or peeking around for treats. Yes, these all relate to my daughter as well!
It’s definitely not easy trying to balance life with dogs and a child. I find myself exhausted, envious of others and more often than not, frustrated trying to make sure that everyone is getting enough of my attention, playtime and the dogs’ have their training sessions.
On very rare occasions, I am able to capture a quick picture of everyone laying calmly together. Those are the moments that I love and want to see more of. We’ve got a long road ahead of us with more training, and I am still hoping that we can get there somehow! If not, I am slowly coming to terms with the fact I might be living in a circus for the rest of my life.