A year ago, if you’d told me I’d be mothering a dog, I would have called you crazy. The people around me would have surely questioned your sanity.
But from the moment I held this little one in my hand at a shady, underground, medicine-scented vet’s clinic—I knew I’d fallen. Freddie is now our very new, very familiar family member. And here’s a little update on what the lil munchkin has been up to.
For the first few days, we only stared at him sleeping, curled up either in my lap or under his blanket. Then he puked and our entire house got prepared to battle a very unfamiliar sickness.
Now, he chews up shoes, wants to play at odd hours of the day and loves to wake people up in the middle of the night. He doesn’t like hugs and cuddles, but will crawl up to my ear silently while I’m working and give a lick-of-approval. Fetch and hide-and-seek are his favourite games. He’ll find his toys from the most obscure of places and throw them at your feet…ready to play.
Freddie loves water. He’ll create a little pool around his water bowl and sleep in it. Adorable doesn’t even cover the way he eats water. If you want to see him at his goofiest, turn on the pipe and wait.
He’s got the puppy dog eyes down pat and one look will melt even the most strictest of mummies (namely: me). When he’s teething, he snaps. This, is what I imagine the teenage phase of any child is—difficult and exhausting. But the look on his face when you come home or the way he satisfyingly tucks next to you with his chew bone is enough to get us through the day.
As he hovers around our feet right now, 6 months and growing, we try to imagine a time when we didn’t have this fur-ball in our life.