I’m A Mummy

I bought a pup. It’s long-haired miniature dachshund, and I named him Micah. It’s a cute little bundle of fun and so gentle and calm, although whenever I leave him in his crate he goes mad and cries like he’s been abandoned forever. I guess this is normal for a pup, since he is only around two months old. Born on Valentine’s Day, to be exact.

I kept text-messaging my friend from work, Olivia, who’s pretty experienced with dogs, and she told me that it was quite normal for pups to cry a lot. I guess Micah misses his sister, because when I visited the kennel where he came from, there were two of them and the other one was a girl.

When I saw him, I knew I had to have him – after a long search of a pup ( I considered a Beagle, a Golden Retriever, and even a Pug and a Chihuahua), I finally settled to a Dachshund. My other friend at work, Febrina, already suggested me to get this type of dog but I didn’t like it since it wasn’t “furry” therefore it would feel weird to pat it, and the only sausage dog I knew was the short, shiny coated one. When I saw Micah though, I thought, yep, this is it. He’s the one that’s most suitable for me.

We visited the kennel last Friday and the breeder brought along the father to show us what Micah would look like when he gets big and he was the most elegant, calmest dog I’d ever seen. He didn’t lick around like many other dogs either, which won me another point.

The weird thing was, to Micah I was able to baby talk and do all kinds of motherly things I didn’t know I had in me, and it was weird since I never would have done such things to real babies.

After spending an evening with him, where he was crying and whining a lot, I felt so tired and drained, and only hoping this was temporary.

Lucky for me I would never considered having a baby in the first place because if a puppy could exhaust me this much, imagine what a baby could do. My boyfriend, who was staying overnight to look after the pup told me he was knocked out as well of having to soothe and tell the pup to go to sleep all night long.

I can’t wait till Micah grows up.