I don’t have any. Or, not enough patience by any means.
(Most of the images in this post were stolen off the internet, and are not the actual animals involved in today’s episode).
This whole giving the dog 3 different medicines, 2x a day; plus getting up and walking her before I do anything else; plus having to hose down her kennel area because she can’t make it through the night without pooping or peeing is for the birds. Plus, plus, plus ad infinitum…
Don’t get me wrong – I love dogs. But… only in small doses, and only when my allergies aren’t driving me crazy. Dogs are a heck of a lot of work when they are healthy, and even more work when they are not. Never mind when YOU are not.
I can’t roll out of bed and simply go to the YMCA.
I can’t first take a shower (and the essential shaving) until after the dog is taken care of, which means that I also have to hope that it’s warm enough for flip flops as any effort to put on socks means that I can’t shave my legs that day as the swelling will be up around the socks, and I will cut myself to ribbons. (Yes, my leg hair is a weapon. A lethal weapon, which is why I’m so good about grooming and such to keep it close to the skin. My 5 o’clock shadow can leave scratches, and I swear it can draw blood, I have so much testosterone in my system naturally).
Anyway, I get up this morning to find that she’s pooped and peed on the doggie pads (good), but that I need to clean all that up after I take her for her morning walk, and before I give her the necessary medicines.
During our walk, the crazy neighbor was out talking to her grandson, and had 2 of her 3 dogs off leash and terrorizing the neighborhood as they ran amuck, yapping at anything that moved.
Terrorist number 1, the puppy, “Terrie”:
I can’t even walk by her part of the street without the dog going bezerk and trying to defend her property, so I was not happy to see the one she was belting yesterday making a beeline directly for me and my blind houseguest, yapping her head off.
NOTE: In 2016, they took a vote to allow people to simply WALK their dogs through the park vs. having to drive them elsewhere to walk them, and while it was approved, many people were not happy at the thought that lazy owners would have their dogs off leash and not managing their necessary bodily functions, etc. This neighbor is one who is going to ruin it for everyone, if she doesn’t keep her %#$!##%! dogs on their leads.
I get it about animals needing to establish domination, but I don’t want to have to deal with it, and certainly NOT when I’m trying to handle my own houseguest.
I yelled at the woman to get her dog (she was holding another one in her arms, and ignoring the white one’s antics), and she simply waved at me and continued to ignore the problem. Then, she went into the house telling the dog that she was leaving him. Seriously. Like the dog was a toddler. Entitled, much ?!?!?!?!
Another neighbor, Tom, came to my rescue, chasing Terrie back up on to the deck (and Terrie was charging him and barking, too) while the owner came out onto the deck and chided Tom for “teasing” her dog. Seriously ? ! ? ! ? !!!!!
Added into all of this, I have had yet another call from yet another “concerned” friend of C’s who didn’t want the blind dog’s vaccinations updated. Jeeze. Just tell me when you got your medical degree as a vet, ok?
When I explained that the tests were being run, and that the dog was too underweight to get the vaccinations updated until after the test results were in, she blew right over that as if I hadn’t spoken at all. She didn’t believe vaccinations were necessary. I then reminded her that she wasn’t willing to take the dog in, either short term or permanently, and that I needed to be able to put the dog in a kennel when I was traveling if C wasn’t back on her feet and living in a situation where she should care for the dogs herself.
Frankly, given the poor condition C is in, and the fact that both dogs had health issues, I don’t think that they should be returned to her, as I think they will be neglected. Again. C’s health issues are too all-consuming for her to be able to care for anyone, including herself. But, I’m still giving it 4-6 weeks and waiting to see what happens for the niece being able to get C into some short of sheltered living situation where she may be able to take her dogs.
But, this other friend THEN says to me that she could “maybe” take the dog while I’m on vacation in Las Vegas for a long weekend, as long as I could “return the favor” to care for her animals. No. Just no.
So, it’s Monday morning. 11am. The dog has been walked, twice. Her living space has been sanitized. She’s had all her meds. She’s been fed, and is now napping once again.
I, meanwhile, still smell like dog, am in desperate need of a shower, my hands are chapped from all the hand-washing I’m doing to try and remain healthy, and I still have to figure out how to ensure that the crazy neighbor woman keeps her dogs on a lead when they are on her deck or in her unfenced yard, in order that my guest dog can be safe in my yard if I want her out on a lead for half an hour or so to enjoy the sun without my direct supervision while I sanitize her kennel area.
Herself is not happy with any of this, and I couldn’t agree more with her aggravation at this new distraction.
Truly, no good deed goes unpunished. I have got to find some reserves of patience somewhere.