Ever get to the point where you pause in the middle of another crazy day and take a 5 second break, look around and wonder "What the hell did I get myself into?!" I remember feeling this exact feeling when my daughter was about 3 years old. She was no longer easy to take places, she had opinions that could not be changed, she was very vocal about what she wanted and when things didn't go her way and I just stood there and looked at the front door wondering how far away I could get. Obviously I didn't leave and Zoe is the best thing that's ever happened to me and my husband but being a parent is hard. I think I've hit that point with Indy. Six months in puppy years = three years for toddlers.
My house is ignored most days because he has serious separation issues (not to the point of hurting himself or excessive drooling but the pacing and whimpering and if I actually leave the house he'll start howling after about thirty minutes). I don't think I've been in the upstairs floor in as long as we've had him. The living room and kitchen are constantly decorated with bits of sticks, grass or whatever he's brought in from the backyard so even though I sweep daily it never looks clean. I miss the area rug that was moved out of the living room when Indy moved in. I used to go to the gym for classes daily and now I'm lucky if I get there once every two weeks (and I'm sure the lack of exercise doesn't help with my mental state).
The couple of times Indy has gotten free reign of the house (I thought he was downstairs with my visiting Dad) he went all the way upstairs and shredded an entire roll of toilet paper. He doesn't walk on a leash well and wants to play with every dog and kid that walks by so he's pulling on the leash when we walk past anyone so walking really isn't very enjoyable. He's mastered Sit, Lay down, Shake, Dance, Off and will Go Potty on command but Stay, Here, Out (from one room to another) and Drop It are all struggles. I don't enjoy training like I know so many people do and at this point I'm sure my frustration is showing through.
The past few days his poop has gotten softer and softer which means a half bath at least once a day (he HATES being combed out so that's always fun). He's been on the same food for almost exactly a month now but I'm wondering if it's a little too high in protein (http://www.platinum.com/index.php/en...y-chicken.html
). They just recently started carrying Blue Buffalo at the PX so I'm contemplating switching him to that to see if it helps. It just feels like every time I turn around we're taking him to the vet (ear infection followed by kennel cough = 3am vet visit and the three visits for antibiotics).
I just need a place to vent where people will understand that I'm frustrated but that I don't want to "get rid of him" (I was complaining to a friend and that was the advice I was given - mental note to not complain about my kid or husband to this person). Kind of like when the toddler has pulled all the books off the bookshelf for the 324237th time and you need to complain to another Mom who will smile, tell you it does get easier and remind you to take pictures anyway. I love my dog, he's just making me bat****crazy at this particular point.
It's a real good thing these fur balls are so cute.