On the one hand, he is the sweetest thing, and I'm already falling in love with him, and on the other hand, he has issues.
There is a little voice in my head saying "WTF? you did not need a dog with issues."
But then today, on the way to spend the day with my youngest daughter and her two little ones, I had a long talk with myself.
Earlier in the week, I had decided to take both Naya and Willie to a local doggie day care. I had heard very good things about it, and figured that it was something that both they, and I, needed. So even though I was very nervous about it, I signed them up.
I dropped them off at 8:30 a.m., and felt like the worst doggie mother in the world, talk about guilt;
I picked up bagels, and headed down the highway.
And I said to myself, we need to talk.
The upshot was this:
I can not send him away, to another kennel, or to someone who will crate him all day while they work.
Truth is: no one is going to give him as good a life as I will. O.K., he has some issues.
We've worked out the walking issue, now we just have to figure out how to address his separation anxiety.
This morning, he busted out the screen on the screen porch, when I had the audacity to leave him to feed the chickens.
That being said, he's only been here a week. Good God, give the boy a break.
So right then, I committed myself to figuring out how to acclimate him to the crate, and reassure him that I was not leaving him, that he was safe, at last, safe.
I called the doggie day care about noon, and they said everything was fine. I was worried.
But when I picked them up at 4:30, and got the report that they were both fine all day, and welcome back anytime.........I was somewhat relieved.
In the car, they both promptly fell asleep. Willie actually snored with his head on the console.
We walked in the house, I fed them both, they were ravenous. Then something occurred to me, and I walked him over and nudged him in his crate.
He is still there, asleep, 40 minutes later. When he wakes up, I will let him out, but right now he appears comatose.
Crating him when we leave will solve a HUGE problem.
So apparently, talking to yourself can be a good thing.
I think sometimes I just work myself up for no reason. Or maybe I have reasons, but they have nothing to do with the problem at hand.
Anyway, I read this on FB, and it was so appropriate.
I'm paying attention.