Can't tell if I have puppy blues or genuine regret.
Recently got a puppy, he's sweet, everyone loves him, probably better behaved than any I've had before and I can't open up to him. I've played with him and sometimes cuddle him but it always just ends in a feeling of "that's enough"
I am dealing with sleep deprivation which will hopefully ease up soon with my new schedule but obviously the puppy is throwing a wrench in that too. I can't tell if I'm just temporarily depressed or if I've changed. I had dogs my whole life, they were often my reason for living, but after two years without one since the last one passed away I think I've become someone who enjoys the peace of being alone. Everyone says it'll pass, but I just can't shake the dreadful thought I've tied myself down for another 15 years.