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My Dog Ate My Marriage

Six months ago, my wife (Jody) and I decided that our lives were way too calm and predictable. We didn’t own nearly enough things that had been peed on or chewed on. So we decided to remedy all that by purchasing a Golden Retriever puppy.

The first few months of dog ownership were predictably tough. After a couple of weeks of it, I toyed with thoughts of ‘accidentally’ leaving the gate to our fence open so our puppy could answer the call of the wild.

But alas, I never gave into that temptation. I decided to ride it out, believing that he just had to get easier with time.

Our dog, Chewy, isn’t a puppy any more, although he still acts like one in many ways. He certainly lives up to his name, chewing on anything and everything within his reach. The lanky dog’s bite has left impressions on more things in our home than I care to count, including our marriage.

Before we got Chewy, we had developed some habits that helped us focus on our marriage, but those habits promptly evaporated as we had to dedicate time and effort to incorporating the new recruit into our clan.

For the past few years, Jody and I have had a ritual of getting up early to exercise and read. As part of her routine,  Jody would send me an email  nearly every morning, so the first thing I saw when I got to work was some insight into what was going on in her world. And I would respond, giving her a glimpse into my world.

This was a small, yet important, part of our communication that helped create closeness and understanding in our marriage. But the first few months of having a puppy are almost like having a newborn. Our sleep suffered, so we started getting up later to offset the loss of sleep. And Jody’s morning routine now included walking a dog, which meant there was no time to email me.

Another one of our disciplines that suffered was what we call ‘No-Tech Tuesday.’ One night a week we turn off the TV, phones, laptops and tablets and simply talk to each other. We usually have some questions in hand to guide our conversation beyond surface-level chatter, and through this process, we learn what is happening with each other.

This has been a vital way for us to create intimacy and to help me gauge the pulse of our marriage. I believe in this practice so much that I started a web site called no-techtuesday.com. Yet as our time and attention spans were spread thinner, this well-established routine fell.

Losing these two seemingly small practices from our marriage hurt our relationship. As the communication dropped, the distance between us widened. In the absence of intimate conversation, doubt crept it. And I was reminded of the years our marriage spent in the wilderness before we developed these habits.

We got back on the bandwagon recently, and almost instantly, I felt the temperature of our marriage change. It amazes me how we survived so long without these practices. But then, that pretty much sums up the first decade of our marriage – just surviving.

If that is where you find your marriage today, I would encourage you to develop new habits of your own. Find out what your spouse’s greatest needs are, and build new routines into your life that help you meet those needs. Small habits can truly be the difference between surviving and thriving.

Urine Trouble

chewyI have come in contact with more pee in the last 48 hours than anyone should ever have to encounter outside of a biohazard suit. I’ve stepped in it repeatedly, cleaned it off the carpet at least half a dozen times and transported clothing and bedding that were sopping with it. This is dad life.

Actually, my life was filled with very few involuntary urine encounters until recently. About a month ago we got a puppy. And curiously, around that same time, my potty-trained three-year-old started regressing and having accidents of her own. I’m beginning to think she’s conspiring with the dog against me.

This weekend, my wife (Jody) left me at home with our two kids and our Golden Retriever for a day and a half while she went to a conference. Jody had certainly earned some time away, and I was glad to give her a break from motherhood, if only a brief one. She works part time and then comes home to a full-time job serving the needs of a three-year-old, an eight-year-old, yours truly and now a puppy.

Puppies are awesome until you own one. I had forgotten how much I really don’t like having a puppy in my house until this last month.

Our last dog passed away back in November, and I had intended on taking a hiatus from being a dog owner. But that break only lasted about two months before the high-pressure sales pitches from the rest of my household started.

I made the mistake of showing the slightest crack in my anti-dog stance, and now my hiatus is over. It’s funny how I can say no to an army of Kirby vacuum cleaner salesmen, but my wife and kids can break me so easily.

At least I was allowed to name the dog, so there is still some illusion of power there. Now we have the most awesomely-named dog on the block – Chewbacca!

We call him Chewy for short, and he lives up to his name. He chews on everything in his path, including my kids. The chewing drives me even crazier than dealing with the potty messes. At least the urine can be cleaned up, mostly. Puppy teeth marks are more permanent. And with every bite mark, I see visions of dollar bills being tossed into a fire.

That is how my mind works. I have a tendency to oversimplify things and to see the negative more than the positive. And after a day and a half of seeing things around our house getting chewed or peed on, I painted a gloomy picture in my mind.

I envisioned our savings account dwindling to nil as we replaced furniture and flooring. I imagined a world where I would encounter dog or kid urine for the rest of my days. And frankly between my anxiety and fatigue, I lost my cool more than I care to admit during this time.

By the time my wife returned from her trip, she had to talk me down off the ledge. That’s one of the many things I love about her. When I let worries snowball in my mind, she gently brings me back to reality. When I get consumed with money and stuff, she reminds me that life isn’t about money or stuff.

Jody keeps me pointed towards the things that matter most in my life. My relationship with my kids ranks near the top of that list, and it is for our children that we got this puppy in the first place. My kids absolutely love Chewy, and truth be told, I do too. I have to learn to take the bad with the good and remember that into each life, some pee must fall.