While the new pup is quiet and content, I'm taking a few minutes to breathe and enjoy the silence. The past 24 hours have been both joyful and trying. I haven't had a puppy since I was a kid, and I had forgotton just how high maintenance these little creatures can be. I do think we're settling into somewhat of a routine, and I keep repeating silently to myself that this will get easier.
Since she arrived, there have been many moments when my love and I have looked at each other, frustrated with the high-pitched squeals, relentless barks, and unending chewing and asked ourselves, "What have we done?".
When things feel the most frustrating, I try to stay present. I try to focus on the quiet between her cries. I have empathy for the confusion and sense of loss she must feel at being removed from her familiar environment, from the warm closeness of her brothers and sisters. And it doesn't hurt that she's so darn cute.