The puppy days

Last night I finally lost my cool and hit my puppy.

She has this nipping habit developed lately driving us crazy. We have been constantly reading articles on the net but surely everything we read so far do nothing but confused us more. It looks like there are lots of contradictory information flying up in the air.

Finally, the puppy hit our nerves last night. I felt terrible after hitting her. I thought that her time is coming to go back to where we picked up her, the pound. During that madness, I seriously thought of taking her back. This morning, however, I read more articles on the net and found a consensus on how to train your dog; do not punish her. Well, it is really hard not to when you live in an apartment flat and are concerned about your neighbors need of a quiet night.

Right after I hit her, I found myself thinking how my being a short-tempered person resembles my father's attitude. That thinking made me feel even worse.

I better shape up and calm down. She is just a puppy exploring her world. I really don't want to be one of her plenty of problems, adjusting to a new home, new things, new people around her.

I am gonna try to behave much more kindly toward her. I am gonna be more patient and understanding. That's gonna be easier and painless.

I am glad that we had not made a baby. I have too many things to learn from having a puppy first. I truly don't want to end up like my father; unnecessarily rough on people consequently left alone in his own shitty life.