It's been 20 years since I've had a puppy in the house. In that time, I have always taken every opportunity to visit and play with any puppy I see. However, that kind of play is much like having grandkids -- you can play til they get cranky, then turn them over happily to mom and dad. Having one living in your house is different. There's potty training, lack of sleep, feeding, middle-of-the-night walks (or barking at absolutely nothing), lack of sleep, fights with the siblings, chewing, mouthing, teething, lack of sleep, missing shoes. There's the terror induced by the vacuum cleaner, or walking a new direction in the neighborhood, or the man next door who insists on talking on the phone in the back yard even after he has been barked at, the first bath, the first visit to PetSmart, that puppy in the mirror. There's the lack of sleep. Most of all, there is the serious lack of time to do fun stuff like paint.
However, there is some consolation: