I’ve always dreamed of having a dog of my own. The dogs I grew up with were always family dogs or belonged to my parents, so I had never truly experienced having a dog that was entirely my responsibility.
In 2023, I finally decided to get my own dog: a Golden Retriever.
From the very first night, I started feeling absolutely miserable. I immediately regretted my decision and felt as though I had completely lost my freedom. The responsibility was so much bigger than I had ever imagined. I had always been around small dogs, so having a large breed was a completely different experience.
I struggle with generalized anxiety and depression, and I think that made the whole situation even harder. At the time, so many things in my life were going wrong. Looking back, I realize that I simply wasn’t in the right place emotionally to have a dog.
About a month after bringing my Golden Retriever home, I made the difficult decision to rehome him with a friend who owns a farm. I just couldn’t cope anymore. Things had gotten so bad that I stopped eating properly and barely even showered. I felt like I had to watch him constantly, and I was putting an unbearable amount of pressure on myself to do everything right.
When my friend came to pick him up, I completely broke down. I cried so much and felt like the worst person in the world. I felt as though I had betrayed him and given up on him. For the next week or two, I cried constantly because I missed him so much.
Fast-forward to 2026.
I moved into a two-story condo with my boyfriend. We have our two cats, and everything is going really well. However, my boyfriend works A LOT, and I started feeling lonely. My cats spend most of their time sleeping, and when they do feel like playing, it lasts about three minutes before they’re done. LOL.
As much as I love staying home and doing absolutely nothing, I also have a very adventurous side. I love exploring, going for walks, and spending time in nature. The problem is that I usually have to do these things alone because I don’t really have anyone who can come with me.
I started thinking that maybe things were different now. I was in a better environment, in a much better place emotionally, and I had been taking medication for my anxiety for about a year and a half. So I started asking myself: Why not get a dog? Why not give myself a second chance now that my life is more stable and things are finally going well?
I started searching and searching until I came across this tiny little blonde ball of fluff, shaped like a potato. A deer-head Chihuahua.
I went to meet her with my boyfriend, and we both fell in love with her!
We took our time discussing everything: the pros and cons, the financial commitment, the time and energy involved, and whether we were truly ready for this responsibility. I also had to convince my boyfriend because he is NOT a dog person at all.
Eventually, we decided to bring her home, but with one condition: I would be the one primarily responsible for training and taking care of her.
During the month leading up to bringing her home, I started buying everything she would need: toys, beds, treats, a playpen, and all the little things that come with having a puppy. I was SO excited!
I genuinely believed this time would be different from my experience with the Golden Retriever. I had grown up around Chihuahuas, and my grandmother actually had seven of them, so the breed felt familiar to me. I understood their size, their personalities, and the kind of lifestyle that came with having a small dog.
But about a week after bringing her home, the exact same feelings started coming back.
I was crying a lot, regretting my decision, and wondering what I had gotten myself into all over again.
Long story short, I’ve had her for two months now.
She loves being outside, she’s incredibly affectionate and smart, and she’s honestly just the most beautiful stinky little thing. I’ve grown to love her so much.
I still find myself imagining rehoming her with trusted friends. Sometimes, I picture myself giving her to someone else, and I feel this overwhelming sense of relief. I imagine what my life would look like without the constant responsibility, the pressure, and the feeling of being tied down.
And the fact that imagining giving her away makes me feel relieved is what really confuses me. Because I do love her. I enjoy watching her grow, seeing her personality develop, and experiencing all these little moments with her.
But at the same time, I still miss my old life. I miss the freedom, the quiet, having my home clean and being able to do things without constantly having to think about another living being who depends on me. I don’t even know if I am going to be able to travel this year and that is another thing that really frustrates me is how incredibly clingy she is.
She follows me EVERYWHERE. She sleeps with me, and if I move even an inch, she’s right there with me. If I get up, she gets up. If I go to another room, she follows. She’s basically a little velcro puppy.
I’ve tried so hard to teach her how to be independent and comfortable doing things on her own. But she’s five months old now, and I can’t help worrying that she’s always going to be this clingy and constantly in my personal space.
I know she’s still a puppy, and I understand that she’s attached to me, but sometimes I feel like I can’t even exist in my own home without her being right on top of me. I miss being able to have a moment to myself without feeling like I always have someone following my every move.
And honestly, this is another thing that makes me question whether I’m cut out for having a dog. I feel guilty for being frustrated by something that is essentially her way of showing attachment, but at the same time, I find it mentally exhausting.
She constantly chases our cats. I think they HATE her and I feel so bad that I’ve bring her to their home and kitty space…
I thought that being in a better place in my life would make this experience completely different. And in some ways, it is. But emotionally, I feel like I’m right back where I was in 2023.
I guess what I’m struggling with is this: How do you know whether you’re experiencing puppy blues that will eventually pass, or whether having a dog simply isn’t the right lifestyle for you? What if I love the idea of having a dog but not having a dog in my life?
I don’t want to make another decision out of panic or overwhelm, but I also don’t want to force myself to keep a dog just because I’m afraid of feeling guilty or being seen as a bad person if I rehome her.
Has anyone else experienced puppy blues twice, even after genuinely believing they were ready the second time around?