I love dogs. Ever since I could remember, I’ve always been fond of them. In fact, I can’t even remember exactly how many I’ve had before. However, it’s been quite some time since I last had one as a pet. If memory serves me right, I think the last time I’ve owned one was when I was still living with my parents some 3-5 years ago.

This is the main reason why I’m having a bit of difficulty adjusting to Aria – our new golden retriever. I’ve forgotten how energetic and how unruly puppies can be (not to mention expensive). We’ve spent almost a thousand bucks on her first week for collar, name tag, and pet supplements. She’s not even finished with all the vaccines yet.

Her sleep schedule is still quite irregular. She naps during most of the day and then wakes me up at 1 in the morning. She urinates and poops during the most inconvenient times in the most inconvenient places. She chews on almost anything – books, sandals, toys, balls, wires, basically anything that fits in her mouth.

She’ actually becoming a real pain in the ass, but I can’t seem to hate her. I may have forgotten how to handle dogs but I still remember how much I love them.