![]() “Quinn, wake up.” I open my eyes and pull away from his chest. “Quinn.” Graham’s voice is against my ear, warm and quiet. I do my best to fall asleep, but my mind keeps running through potential puppy names until I’m positive I’ve exhausted every name in existence. I curl even more into Graham, and he tightens his hold around me. “You’re forgetting about all our sleepless nights with Coriander, Paprika, Cinnamon, Saffron, Juniper, and Parsley.” “I can’t imagine what having a newborn must be like if a puppy is this tiring,” I say. ![]() When we crawl into bed, I roll toward Graham and rest my head on his chest. We leave our door open so we can hear the puppy if he starts to cry. Graham and I make our way to the bedroom. Every time that little puppy looks at me, I melt. I wouldn’t trade it for anything, though. Being the owner of a new puppy comes with new hurdles, but the biggest of those hurdles is exhaustion. Sleep has definitely been the most difficult thing to tackle so far. Neither of us knows anything about dogs, so we’ve been reading as much as we possibly can about how to crate-train them, what they eat, how they should be disciplined, how much they should sleep. ![]() ![]() ![]() I put the puppy into his crate and cover it with a blanket. He licks my cheek and then rests his head in the crease of my elbow. I pull the puppy out of Graham’s arms and squeeze him. ![]()
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