I’ve wanted to have a dog for at least 20+ years, but the timing has never been right. For whatever reason, I thought the timing was right and that we should jump in with both feet. When my fiancé and I talked about getting a puppy, I don’t think either one of us knew what we were getting into to. As it turns out, we left with two Teacup Yorkshire Terrier puppies that day and our lives have never been the same. They’ve been so much fun watching them grow up, but they’ve also been a lot of work. Keeping them cleaned up, fed, mentally stimulated and away from each other’s throats take dedication and time. I know they are just playing and being puppies, but it’s still like having a second full-time job taking care of Roscoe and Willow.
The decision wasn’t easy, because I was just coming home from a two-level lumbar spine surgery and bending over to pick up dog accidents or even to pick them up to play was on my restriction list. Note: I’ve been very good about it and have learned to do things without bending my back. The only thing that made me go against not getting them, was that I was going to be home for several weeks and it would give be some extra bonding time with them.