Whoa! The German Shepherd lover wishes he didn’t have a German Shepherd? What’s that about?
Yeah, it’s been one of those days… Call it Murphy’s Law, or the Dog Owner’s Law, or whatever you like…but it’s been a trying, rather blood pressure raising day, and it isn’t over yet!
For those that don’t know… I’m a day sleeper. When I can, I usually go to bed at between 6 A.M and 8 A.M, although lately, with work and this and that, it’s been closer to 9… I get up at between 2 and 3:30 P.M and start my day. I usually have another lie down sometime during the day if I can, but I don’t always get the opportunity.
So, when I got up this afternoon, as usual, my first order of business was walking the house dogs.
I was particularly concerned, since Ivy had some runny stool on the floor of the computer room early this morning and I didn’t want it to happen again. I have an order in which I do things… Ivy, the puppy, goes last. Yes, I know it’s illogical, but she can hold her bladder and bowels whilst crated, and… It’s not illogical when you factor in the way our home is set up and that I engage in what is termed as “pain avoidance activities”. This means that I attempt to do as little as possible that will provoke a flare. That includes walking.
Early this morning, Ivy discovered another passion… Barking at any dog that comes near her crate, also barking whilst I am getting ready to leave the house with another dog. Once I am gone, she quiets, and I’m not really upset about that, although I don’t like it… It’s the barking at other dogs walking past her crate or while I’m putting tack on other dogs that I can’t stand. I don’t mind if she takes a few woofs once I close the door and leave the house… Like I said, she does and she always quiets. What I do mind are the constant woof woof woofing when I’m trying to put Keen’s leash/harness on, for example, or when Keen wants to come rest by my chair, which is right next to her crate while she’s in there.
Now, I know what you’re going to say…Move the crate. Not an option. This house is so cluttered. A place for everything and everything in it’s place. Consequently, things are where they are and where they have to stay… There just isn’t more room.
So, we had a long antibarking session with Ivy this morning, not that it did much good, and I got frustrated and even more depressed than I was, which was already pretty damn depressed.
Then, when I was done walking the house dogs I gave them the run of the place as I usually do. In the excitement, I forgot to put away the stuffed dogs that I had pulled out to show my kids last night, (I ended up just leaving them on the bed when I went to sleep). They were the first things my Da ever gave me and I’ve had them ever since…
Ivy got one and proceeded to chew on it, (yes, my fault for leaving it out), so now I have to sew it up…It’s a good thing she didn’t chew the leg all the way off, or I’d have been super fucking mad! They are just stupid stuffed animals, but dammit they are precious to me, and like any good stuffed animal collector, I can’t stand to see a good one get destroyed. And besides, they don’t make em anymore…
So, I’m there cursing myself for having German Shepherds when Ivy discovers herself in the mirror… “Kill the dog in the mirror!!!” “Kill it!” “Kill it!” Really pretty funny.
I say, “That’s you, Ivy girl,” and show her and she still tries to kill the dog in the mirror…I wish I was a dog, just for that instant.To know what she was thinking.
then, I spent some time with her throwing her “bally” while I contemplated just how the hell I was going to buy food for myself, my Da and the kids for the upcoming week… I was feeling very depressed and sorry for myself and with everyone gone, I had noone to talk to about it…
Am I still depressed? Yes. Am I lonely? Yes… Do I wish I didn’t have a German Shepherd? Nope… I couldn’t live without em!
Tags: Depression, German Shepherd
