I was going to post about a delightful moment shared between the boys. But instead I’m going to write about how hard having two dogs is. Don’t get me wrong, I love them through my core and back around again, but I won’t sugar coat it: for all the joy two bring, there can on some days be insurmountable frustration. It’s a lot of work. It’s a little tougher at this juncture as Jake is now off tie down which means I must be extra vigilant 24/7. I know it won’t always feel like more work than enjoyment. Am I the only one in dog blog land that sometimes feels the need to carry a flask?!
I was going to be late last night so I paid to have the dog walker come twice (normal midday and then again in the evening for dinner). The evening walk occurred at 6:40 and I got home at 7:20. Forty minutes time difference between her being there and me arriving back home. I came home to Melvin having poop’d in the house. He went out with the dog walker, came back in and had dinner and then poop’d, all in forty minutes. Deep cleansing breaths.
On today’s morning walk, Jake encountered a million distractions and refused to walk. He wanted to pull in the opposite direction, with all his might. He literally walked backwards the entire walk looking for every distraction we had passed. Every time I looped back around to Melvin he was eating something, what I don’t know, but for a dog allergic to everything it probably was not a hypoallergenic item. By 7am I needed that flask. My neighbors overheard me saying ‘you guys win for most terrible dogs this morning’. Although to my credit, I said it calmly.
The best/worst part is, all of the above (except the pooping in the house as I still don’t understand that), is my fault. Jake needs a gentle leader harness to learn how to walk and I was too rushed to put it on him this morning. It’s my job to teach him how walks go. He enjoys being dragged, I need to work on showing him how much fun moving legs in the right direction can be. As for Melvin’s grazing, it has been suggested by several vets that I muzzle him on walks so that he can’t eat anything. Despite his allergies being so severe, I cannot bring myself to do it. 100% my fault if he gets digestive upset.
So, the net-net is that I’m pretty sure that the boys were communicating via dog language this morning… ‘She wins for most terrible owner’! I of course tried to make it up to them by snuggling and being late for my (other) full-time job.
Tomorrow is another day.
Special moment post will come later today or tomorrow!