I purchased a puppy recently. It may have been a very bad idea indeed. I had fond memories of puppies from a childhood, and though that, yes, they are work, but it would be fine.

Not the case. They need 24/7 supervision, basically. This puppy has brought joy, but has also brought in a massive ammount of choas into my already unstable life.

I've only had it for a 1.5 weeks, it's still very much a super cute puppy, and can easily be rehomed.

I'm giving it a chance, though. See, it's not the puppy, it's me. Do you understand? It's not the puppy's behavior, hell, this is about as good as a puppy probably gets. Awesome girl is almost completely potty trained in a week, and was born/raised in a barn!

It's me. I can't do it. I can't handle her. I make her sad, with my sadness. I fake it for her, but she probably knows. Dogs, even pups, can sniff it out. I don't want to ruin her "puppyhood" by bringing her down to my level of rot. Sometimes I want to scream from the chaos when she's just going apeshit. I'm guessing most find that fun? I am not abusive though, please don't think that. I enjoy giving animals a good life.

I am thinking about rehoming her, another failure box to check, as it goes. A puppy cannot make me happy. I cannot even care for a puppy, how could I care for a child? Do you see? The testosterone gel has supposedly made me infertile anyway.

Maybe it's best not to read my replies. I don't want to bring your evening down, hahahaha. Thank you for the reply though. I guess my attention whoring is paying off, though I didn't mean to be one, but I do like the attention. That's sick, but, again, was not the purpose of my original comments.