Literally. She is like a baby. First I had to buy baby gates for the stairway so that she doesn’t go upstairs because my mom doesn’t want her to. (Yes, I do let her come up with me sometimes when my mom isn’t home. Can’t help it- I rather keep an eye on her while I’m doing stuff upstairs anyway.) She has to have daily walks out so that she can relieve herself and someone else can pick up after her. I don’t know whether changing a baby’s diapers or picking up her poop is worse. Either way, at least with a diaper, you don’t have to worry too much about making sure it doesn’t get onto the carpet. I even have to carry a bag of her stuff from apt to home every weekend.
She’s a smart dog though. Maybe a little too smart. First she figured out how to lift the kennel door if I don’t put the two locks and only push it down into place. Now, we might even have to babyproof our trashcan. She has finally figured out how to use her nose to push open the lid and help herself to fried chicken. Freaking dog is going to turn into a sausage one day.