I feel like a bad parent. Mississippi was whining to go outside last night. I got dressed, went downstairs and let her out. She had to go. She came back in and I cuddled with her on the couch for a minute. It took me forever to go back to bed. She woke me up again with more whining at the door. I didn’t want to get up. I made Tom do it. He let her out and I guess she was just sniffing around the backyard, she didn’t appear to have to go to the bathroom. Very frustrating. He brought her back in and came back upstairs. She continued to whine. We turned on the air filter that we use for white noise for her so she doesn’t bark in the middle of the night. We closed our bedroom door. She whined for a while and it finally stopped. I felt like I should have gone down there and spent time with her. But I didn’t. I stayed in bed. This morning I found an accident in the basement. She was really sick to her stomach and clearly in great discomfort. We just ignored her. I feel so terrible today.
She hasn’t been sleeping well in the new house and because of that, we haven’t been sleeping well either. We are cranky and tired. But she’s just a little creature and she’s our responsibility. I feel like I got a big fat “F’ last night. I’m so sorry sweety. I’m still learning.
I think she was so sweet to go have her accident in the basement. She really didn’t want to go in the house. Sometimes I feel like I don’t love her enough. She can be frustrating but she’s also amazing. Gonna go hug her right now.
If I can’t take care of my dog, how am I going to take care of a human baby?