Sunday, September 7, 2014
Book Review: The Art of Raising a Puppy by The Monks of New Skete
Author: The Monks of New Skete
Enjoyment Rating: ****
Source: Digital Copy
I've been feeling the fog of having two toddlers beginning to lift for a month or two (maybe I'm deluding myself). They seem to be on the counters less often. It's been at least a few months since the last paint mishap. Eli isn't making a break for the road twenty times a day. They're both (mostly) potty trained, and we can sometimes get a night or two of sleep a week when no one wants to share our bed with us. But I am a masochist, so when the kids started up a puppy campaign about three weeks ago, I didn't say no. I'm allergic to dogs, so they researched the "hypoallergenic" breeds. We visited a friend's goldendoodle puppy and I wasn't wheezing after twenty minutes, so we called up the breeder and there were still seven puppies from the litter available for adoption.
Miles has now been a part of our family for a little more than two weeks. We had four days from the time we decided to add him to the family until we picked him up. I have literally ZERO experience with dogs. I hate dogs. I'm afraid of them. In fact, I like to say that my fears while running by myself in the dark are: 1) dogs, 2) skunks, 3) cars, 4) rapists. I certainly never thought I'd cuddle with one or bathe one or clean up poop from one or pull one voluntarily onto my lap. Long story short: we needed help. And quick.
My only critique of the book is that it reads so much like a novel that I wanted to read it from cover to cover before we got the puppy, and now that he's here I don't have the time to go back to it like I should.