You Don’t Know What It’s Like 🐶 So Much Unsolicited Advice Was Given To Me. When I Decided To Secure Me Some Doggo. I Was Swimming In Sentiment Of Unconditional Love. It Was An Overwhelming First Month To Be Honest. An Exhausting One. An Exasperating One. Because Nobody Gave Me The Heads Up. About How Big The Adaption Actually Is. That For Weeks On End I’d Feel Isolated. The Sudden See You Later To Simplest Freedoms. Like Nipping To The Shop For Essentials. Or Having Half An Hour To Get My Nethers Waxed. The Reality Of The Loss. Of My Footloose And Fancy-Free Life. Was Something Nobody Really Warned Me About. Like. I Knew It’d Be Big Change. Even Bigger Responsibility. But I Wished I’d Had Known Truly. The Way These Little Shits Rock Your World. It Wouldn’t Have Changed My Decision. At All. But I’d Have Felt Less Like Dog Mum Failure. That I Was Fed Up Of Having To Think Twice. About Every Single One Of My Daily Movements. That I Was Frustrated About Being Utter Shite. At Planning Ahead To Allow For Raymond Roaming. That I Would Gladly Give The Blood Of My First Born. To Be Able To Have Pint Without One Eye On Pooch. And I Really Wish Someone Had Told Me. That They Are Totally Normal Feels. That It’s Only Temporary. That In Time You’ll Find Your Groove. You’ll Find What Works For You Both. And That It Will Be The Most Rewarding Thing Of All.