Sunday, March 12, 2017
I Hugged My Dog Today
It's been a loooong week. I become an emotional disaster with dogs–I really do. I can go from complete sanity to monster woman in the blink of an eye. It's a horrible thing to watch, it really is.
The Doc. has been away this week leaving the dog responsibility to our daughter and me. We are in full housebreaking mode and I've been determined that we can conquer where to go to the bathroom. I keep reminding myself that she is little and we've gone through this with all puppies, but that never makes it easier for me.
The week has consisted of peeing in the lobby, peeing in the elevator, peeing outside our door. She pees while eating and all over the apartment. She no longer piddles small, little spots but rather creates lakes that I inadvertently step in. Thank goodness for tile floors. I've washed the floors daily, often more than once.
She chased the cat and a glass shattered on the floor. The turtle died. Ok, that has nothing to do with the puppy, but it was pet stress none-the-less and I have no idea why she died. I keep forgetting to feed the fish, fortunately it has not died. I'm considering a trip to the market to secretly replace the turtle, but I don't think I'll have the energy. Whoever thought I was capable of caring for animals and left them in my care?? The dog pooped in her pen and rolled in it. Another morning she sat in it. Our daughter has graciously given her the baths because she can see mom is close to tears.
The tears have come. Then suddenly, early in the week she figured out how to poop outside. Check one, the stress alleviated a little.
We set timers. If Matcha doesn't pee when we take her for a walk she goes straight into the cat carrier. I can hardly bare to see her sad eyes. Mommas' hate that sort of thing. In and out we go–the guards of our building must think we're crazy. It's exhausting and there are moments that I want to say "Fine, the apartment can be your bathroom. I don't care anymore." But I do care and we continue with the training. I can't focus on anything. I function from moment to moment.
Then a little while ago our daughter asked if I had cleaned up any pee this afternoon. I stared at her astonished, I had not. Neither had she. Matcha has actually gone outside on every trip we've made. I'm shocked. We went from 0% success rate with me crying on the couch to 100% success rate today. So I hugged her. I hugged her and danced and squeezed her tighter. Fortunately she didn't throw-up on me. I know tomorrow will be a complete reverse of behavior, but today was a victory and I'm still doing a happy dance.