I got a new dog. The kids named her Jupiter. She is about 5 months old. She was hit by a car and brought in to the shelter. So she is a rescue dog. I tried to insert a picture, but I am not that computer savvy. Anywho, to give some context, my current dog that I have is 13 years old and my other dog died 2 years ago. We are waaaay past the puppy stage. My Seekers is very independent, does her own thing, and is in the stage in life where she just wants to exist. I had feeling the itch for a new dog, but I was thinking I would be getting an older dog. We don’t do energetic dogs. We like chill dogs.
Jupiter is extremely chill.
I brought her home, and if you know anything about me its that I Have anxiety and depression. And immediately that kicked in. The anxiety part anyway. I wasn’t myself. I couldn’t sleep. I felt overwhelmed. Its been just 1 week and I am here to say that she fit in quite well. But man, the anxiety that was eating at me was powerful. I haven’t journaled in a while and that is horrible because I have equated depression and anxiety to being an addict in recovery. Just like they need AA every now and then, I need this, my meds, and exercise to keep me sane.
Just like having a child, I don’t think I’ll get another pupper again. I am not saying I won’t get another dog, just not a baby, cuz damn. I am glad to be doing this while my kiddos are young. They needed and wanted another dog. My anxiety feels better, it still burns in my chest sometimes like it wants to take over, but I am learning to not let the thoughts take over. I’ll thank my niece for that one. She goes to therapy for OCD and they give her really good tips that she has shared with me. I have tried then, and wouldn’t you know it, they work!
Anywho guys, thank you to whoever read this. God bless.
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