Adulting as a dog mom

Spoiler Alert: Being an adult isn’t just about being able to have ice cream for dinner.

I got my family dog, Buddy, when I was seven years old. We celebrated his 16th birthday in October. Yes, there was a dog cake with peanut butter and honey and party hats and he was treated like a king. From when we first picked him from his litter it was basically my mom and dad in charge of feeding and potty training him. We had a yard, so taking him out to go to the bathroom was easy by just letting him out the door instead of having to take him out on a leash.


After moving out on my own adulthood hit hard. Dishes, laundry, vacuuming with a Dyson, (yes I’m bragging about this) were all my duties instead of relying on my mom. Actually paying my student loans…thanks a lot Ball State. Actually paying for rent, utilities and gas is something I was not looking forward to. The only thing I did enjoy was the complete freedom of having my own space. I imagined a glorious lifestyle of happy hour drinks and nights on the town. Little did I know, real adulthood is being delighted about eating a balanced meal and being in bed by 10 p.m.

I do want to get one thing straight. You don’t have to be dating someone to be happy. You don’t have to have to go out every night to be happy. And you most definitely don’t have to have the highest social media rankings to be happy. You make yourself happy by the way you live your life, but guess what? Not every day will be full of rays of sunshine and Instagram likes. Learning to accept the fact that other people are in the same position as you(thinking you’re failing/in a constant state of mental breakdown/not thinking you’re smart enough), and when you hear the term “fake it til you make it” just imagine your peers doing so.

No one knows exactly what they’re doing. People are always searching for an even “adultier” adult. Ever since I moved out in January I felt like something was missing from my life. A dog. Buddy was always there with his non-existent tail wagging when I came home, and I didn’t have that anymore. Just a cabinet full of food and an LA Fitness membership waiting to be scanned again. That’s when I started my search for my future furry friend. My coworkers talk about their dogs on the daily which I loved (and envied). They knew I was on the dog hunt, and my coworker sent a link to see this little chunker below available at Pals for Paws.
Older Biscuit

Forewarning: Biscuit does not look like this in real life! The person who took this photo did not capture his true beauty and took photos from an unflattering angle.

After seeing him I knew the very next day I had to take him into my forever home. When I got to pick him up I cried tears of joy all the way home, I had my own dog. A two year old corgi mix with a heart of gold. I had to wake up an hour earlier than I normally do, go on frequent walks and literally pick up poop with my hand through a bag. Every ounce of effort I put into the new love of my life, Biscuit is worth it. I have someone who looks out the kitchen window waiting for me to come home (he did shred the blinds when they weren’t lifted for him to see out of). I have someone who gives me kisses and love even when I’ve had a bad day. Having a dog literally changed my life. I’d recommend anyone who has the capacity to adopt a rescue dog to do so. Two months ago, Biscuit was in a kill shelter and now he is curled up on my bed sticking his tongue out smiling. Adulthood isn’t all bad, yes it’s littered with bills but how you choose to look at it, things can always get better if you strive for it.

Mr. Biscuit

Adulthood may not be what I thought it would be, but it’s pretty damn great.