A Picture of Waste

Immediately when I hear the word waste I dread returning home from class. After getting a puppy on January 2, my entire life revolves around waste, excrement, to be exact. I wake up in the morning and clean up accidents around the house, and my time at home is spent monitoring the activities of my puppy looking for signs he needs to go out. I waste time, cleaning products, and endless amounts of paper towels cleaning up after my puppy. Now, with housebreaking, I find myself constantly thinking about when my puppy last went to the bathroom. Every two hours or sometimes even less I find myself outside hoping he will go. Im happy when he does and stressed when he doesn't. I also happen to be involved in the business of dog-sitting. So, in addition to my puppy, who needs constant supervision to avoid mess in the house, I also need to monitor other dogs to make sure they go out when they need to. Then I get to talk to the owners about their dogs going out schedule and the details of each outing. As of recently, my entire life seems to revolve around waste.