Sometimes, it’s the little things that make us happy….a smile from a stranger, a call from a friend, or hearing a favorite song on the radio.
I have a new addition to the list – the joy of my puppy pooping after walking him for almost 90 minutes.
I can only compare this to how I felt when my daughter was potty trained. At 51 years old, it feels like a new type of fatherhood, but with a 102-pound floofy toddler.
I love taking care of Otto – from the time he licks my face at 6am until I’m watching him fall asleep at 10pm, I enjoy every moment. He’s still chewing on his leash, and loves to zoom around the house after his walks, but it’s fun to see him have such exuberance and joy!
He’s found his relaxation places in the house (anywhere there’s a cool hardwood floor), and when he naps, you can just tell that he’s having happy dreams.
I definitely have felt less stress over the past few days, as my main concerns are related to Otto’s well being. Every new day brings a new adventure and a new learning experience, and I’m enjoying the ride.
I’m a proud puppy papa….say that 10 times fast!