The dog musing/vent thread
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We actually went on a short bike ride around the block, didn't run into any dogs/get hit by cars/encounter other bikes and the relaxing attitude she had the whole time just jogging beside made me realize I honestly stress way too much and I wonder if I just overreact and focus on the negative due to my anxiety/depression and just have no idea that's why.
I look at her, and she's a perfectly good dog. The negativity comes from my mind, and living situation. And honestly she doesn't have to be the perfect well-behaved pooch when she sees other dogs. She's not DA, just excited, so it's manageable, although annoying. I don't even care if she gets excited, I just hate the first, hard yank at the end of the leash, because, well, just because it's annoying. But really I can just practice avoidance and it's no issue.
Noticed she responds well to this super thin rolled leather collar. Would seem the thinner the collar, the more she pays attention and less she puts tension on the leash. Hmm. I want to get her another one. She really looks so handsome in rolled leather.
I look at her, and she's a perfectly good dog. The negativity comes from my mind, and living situation. And honestly she doesn't have to be the perfect well-behaved pooch when she sees other dogs. She's not DA, just excited, so it's manageable, although annoying. I don't even care if she gets excited, I just hate the first, hard yank at the end of the leash, because, well, just because it's annoying. But really I can just practice avoidance and it's no issue.
Noticed she responds well to this super thin rolled leather collar. Would seem the thinner the collar, the more she pays attention and less she puts tension on the leash. Hmm. I want to get her another one. She really looks so handsome in rolled leather.
Cajun grabbed my hand instead of the toy while we were playing tug and it HURTS. She barely even left a mark, much to my surprise, but it sure feels like she was biting down with all her strength. Ouch.
I was also able to bike with Juno today and actually have her maintain a normal pace instead of lollygagging. I'm starting to wonder if her sloooow pace lately is heat related more than anything. That would be acceptable.
I was also able to bike with Juno today and actually have her maintain a normal pace instead of lollygagging. I'm starting to wonder if her sloooow pace lately is heat related more than anything. That would be acceptable.
My dog is special. He knocked the sheets off the bed, then crawled under them so he could stand up and walk around with them covering his entire body.
Abrams. Sometimes I wonder what wavelength your brain is functioning at.
He's also been super pouty this evening and keeps trying to do things I don't want him to, then sits and looks pathetic when I tell him no. If he was a toddler, he'd be purposefully doing something he knows is off limits, then bursting into tears when I say no.
My dog is special.
Abrams. Sometimes I wonder what wavelength your brain is functioning at.
He's also been super pouty this evening and keeps trying to do things I don't want him to, then sits and looks pathetic when I tell him no. If he was a toddler, he'd be purposefully doing something he knows is off limits, then bursting into tears when I say no.
My dog is special.
Maddie's having a rough day, mentally and physically I have a TON of work to do, so after work I take her with me (and the collapsible crate) back to work, and then after a friends/co-workers to finish work. We get to her house and she SNAPS out of it and is all perfect-acting, only mis-stepping every once in a while. Way to make me out into a liar opcorn:
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(((HUGS))). Whatever is happening, I hope it turns out for the best.
Your not alone in being negative,I can definitely relate to the negativity your explaining. So, try to not feel to bad about it. ((((((Hugs))))))
I have to agree, she sure looks gorgeous in leather. Even more so for purple.
I have to admit, If I Nina, I probably couldn't handle her. Just from the things you've said, it would be too overwhelming for me. Maybe later on, but, I have little experience with dogs.I think it's awesome your so dedicated to your dog at the age you are.
Creeper dog.
That face is adorable.
He's plotting something
Your not alone in being negative,I can definitely relate to the negativity your explaining. So, try to not feel to bad about it. ((((((Hugs))))))
I have to agree, she sure looks gorgeous in leather. Even more so for purple.
I have to admit, If I Nina, I probably couldn't handle her. Just from the things you've said, it would be too overwhelming for me. Maybe later on, but, I have little experience with dogs.I think it's awesome your so dedicated to your dog at the age you are.
The face that watches me nap.
Creepy staring dogs, you say?
All day, every day, Feistu says. She was just standing there with her chin on the edge of my bed, staring at me six inches from my face while I read.
All day, every day, Feistu says. She was just standing there with her chin on the edge of my bed, staring at me six inches from my face while I read.
Sleep? No thanks I'll stare
At least he keeps a reasonable distance
At least he keeps a reasonable distance
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Thank you Jazzy <3 I appreciate it so much.
These past few weeks I've been thinking a lot about things, about the dog community in my city, reflecting on my experiences, and I've reached a conclusion that while leaving me feeling reassured and relieved, feels very unreal.
I wrote this note at the bottom of a personal letter this morning, just after her walk:
and wrote my email and signed it off.
I haven't done it yet, but I feel positive. I am not abandoning her, nor will I ever be far from her. As a volunteer at the PSPCA for a few years, I'm familiar enough with the staff and the people that adopt from there that I feel no guilt or worry. Everyone is loving and caring. We're in the same city. I will probably see her around. I lied. I feel guilty because of how much she loves me. But she's young, loving of all people, kids, and though very exciteable, other dogs. I gave them a link to the Pit Bull forum I frequent so they can learn more about the breed and be aware of her genetic tendencies as a mix.
I wrote notes about her preferences and what she likes to do. And I know she'll do well because she's versatile, and she takes the world head-on. She's my girl, and I've been teaching her self-control and reserve, but with confidence and zeal.
Anyway, if the right home doesn't come along, which I doubt, or it just doesn't go through, a garuntee is made that she can come back to me.
But seriously, I had to admit it to myself. This house isn't right. She cannot live her life on the third floor, no matter how big it is up here. She shouldn't feel wary, I shouldn't feel on guard all the time, and I shouldn't force my dad to live with a dog he's uncomfortable with, especially knowing how long it could take to find the right housing for myself because apartments here still have a lot of BSL, despite the city being pretty pit bull friendly. And it's just not right for her to have open affection withheld because of my stress caused by the tangle of the living situation and her reactivity combined with the small details.
I'll rescue again, not far into the future, but it will be right. And I'll stay a part of her life.
I feel safe divulging it here because this is a great community. It would seem a sudden decision to many people in my life because I constantly talk about training, progress, and of course, many instagram selfies of ourselves walking about the trails of nature. But really, it's been coming for months, and this summer wasn't the first time I questioned it. I know I'm doing the right thing for us. I will never stop being devoted to her. My only sadness in this comes from that many times I find that one thing of certain aspects in my life that I truly live for, but again get cut short, time and time again, it would seem. On a bright note, I have learned so, soo, soooo much from her. My silly little turd beast of a dog <3
These past few weeks I've been thinking a lot about things, about the dog community in my city, reflecting on my experiences, and I've reached a conclusion that while leaving me feeling reassured and relieved, feels very unreal.
I wrote this note at the bottom of a personal letter this morning, just after her walk:
and wrote my email and signed it off.
I haven't done it yet, but I feel positive. I am not abandoning her, nor will I ever be far from her. As a volunteer at the PSPCA for a few years, I'm familiar enough with the staff and the people that adopt from there that I feel no guilt or worry. Everyone is loving and caring. We're in the same city. I will probably see her around. I lied. I feel guilty because of how much she loves me. But she's young, loving of all people, kids, and though very exciteable, other dogs. I gave them a link to the Pit Bull forum I frequent so they can learn more about the breed and be aware of her genetic tendencies as a mix.
I wrote notes about her preferences and what she likes to do. And I know she'll do well because she's versatile, and she takes the world head-on. She's my girl, and I've been teaching her self-control and reserve, but with confidence and zeal.
Anyway, if the right home doesn't come along, which I doubt, or it just doesn't go through, a garuntee is made that she can come back to me.
But seriously, I had to admit it to myself. This house isn't right. She cannot live her life on the third floor, no matter how big it is up here. She shouldn't feel wary, I shouldn't feel on guard all the time, and I shouldn't force my dad to live with a dog he's uncomfortable with, especially knowing how long it could take to find the right housing for myself because apartments here still have a lot of BSL, despite the city being pretty pit bull friendly. And it's just not right for her to have open affection withheld because of my stress caused by the tangle of the living situation and her reactivity combined with the small details.
I'll rescue again, not far into the future, but it will be right. And I'll stay a part of her life.
I feel safe divulging it here because this is a great community. It would seem a sudden decision to many people in my life because I constantly talk about training, progress, and of course, many instagram selfies of ourselves walking about the trails of nature. But really, it's been coming for months, and this summer wasn't the first time I questioned it. I know I'm doing the right thing for us. I will never stop being devoted to her. My only sadness in this comes from that many times I find that one thing of certain aspects in my life that I truly live for, but again get cut short, time and time again, it would seem. On a bright note, I have learned so, soo, soooo much from her. My silly little turd beast of a dog <3
The face that watches me nap.
there Izze was, sitting BTW the bed and the window ... staring, her head and ears illuminated against the light from the window. Mom told her to go back to bed and she did.:rofl1:
I laughed when she told me the story and could imagine her just sitting there ... staring, I used to wake up to her doing that, head next to my face.