Change is Imminent
Remember when I talked about how things are not going to change around my blog. Well, things are going to change in my household life, and it kinda sucks. While Reese and I were getting ready to leave this morning, the dog would not leave her alone. Our little Pom was all gated away from the rest of the house(in the kitchen) while we were sleeping, so of course she’s gonna be hyperactive. Isabel is constantly biting at Reese’s feet and her pants when she’s trying to put them on.(I’ll try not to give TMI, :-D)
Reese broke down today. She’s been going through a lot of family ordeals and the dog was just adding to it. Now, don’t start getting all concerned here. Izzy was, in no shape or form, harmed or hurt. She just can’t deal with the change of having the little hyperactive puppy around while she’s going through all the other mess. Today she said she wanted to get rid of the dog. This makes me kinda upset, but I know it’s for the best. Our work shifts overlap one another, so there’s a time where Isabel is left alone for 7 hours at a time. and on Mondays it’s 11 hours. We have no time to train her. We have little time to show her lovin’. It’s probably in our best interest to get her into a home of someone who can train her and raise her better. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no quitter. I believe that once you start something, you should finish it.(Most of the time)
It’s going to be really hard to let this little puppy go. Granted, we’ve only had the dog for a little over a week now, but I fell in love fast. I love Isabel almost as much as I love Reese.(I know she reads my blog from time to time, so i wanted to make sure to emphasize a true statement to earn some brownie points) I just think that it may be best if we put her into a family that has more time on their hands.
What do you think? Should I try to stick it out and train the dog? I mean, it’s only 7 hours. It’s just as if it were part of a family who had kids that go to school and parents that work 9-5. It’s just later at night. Have you ever had to let go of something or someone who you really didn’t want to part with? If so, how did you cope?