Middle of week 3 or something like that, who knows, really. Will be at 30K words tonight if all goes well. My head is killing me and even though I know I'm speaking English, it just sounds like gobbledegook to me at this point.
Our foster puppy Titan, the blue heeler puppy from... not hell, but somewhere near it, I'm sure, got neutered yesterday. He was unfazed. By the time I got him home, the anesthetics were worn off and he was bouncing around like a maniac again. He cannot sit still for even a minute. He has had the honor--no, distinction is a better word--of chewing the first hole ever in our sofa. He then tried to sample the dining room table. Right now he is sitting between two Galileo Bones alternately chewing on one, then the other, then back to the first.
I say that the dog is crazy, but it's just because I feel stressed by this unexpected burden, on top of everything else I'm trying to do and everything else that is going on. I just am not in a place where I can handle this constant attention-sink. If I am watching him so he doesn't chew up the table, I can't write or make dinner or even walk off to rotate the laundry. But he's a very good dog that will make someone very happy... as long as they have the energy to keep up with him.
Mostly I am just furious with Byrd for bringing the dog home when I clearly told him "no." And when he brought it home, he swore up and down that he would be primarily responsible for taking care of it and finding it a new home. And after that, he promptly started working 16-hour shifts, night work, leaving him barely enough time to come home and collapse on the bed and get a little sleep before running off to work again. Yeeaah, sure, honey, let me know when you think your responsibility for the dog is going to kick in.
I love my husband, in part because of his soft Jello heart, but sometimes I just want to strangle him.
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Yikes, things sound busy and stressful at the moment! Are any adoptive parents for Titan on the horizon?
I wish! I'm surprised at how dead-quiet the market seems to be for prospective adopters right now. I've only gotten one lead for Titan, but they aren't even going to be ready to look at him until December because they are in the process of moving.
More discouraging, though, is that today I learned that Titan seems to have fear-based human aggression. (That's what happens when you don't socialize a dog for the first seven months of its life, folks!) So I am not even sure he is a dog that can be rehomed. I am probably going to get him evaluated by a professional if his behavior toward strangers doesn't improve with some careful attempts at socialization.
Sorry to hear about your added burden. Sounds like something you really don't need right now. BTW, what is a "blue heeler"?
Wow you have your hands full. Poor Titan, sounds like he had a rough past. Your the bright spot in it. Sounds like a trainer is a good idea.
Blue Heelers are also called Australian Cattle Dogs, Queensland Heelers, or Red Heelers (Titan is blue, thus Blue Heeler rather than Red Heeler). They're a type of herding/cattle dog and can be very high-energy (check), independent (check), territorial (check), and intelligent (hmmm). Titan is a little unusual for a blue heeler because he's actually ALL blue (blue merle, to be exact), whereas most blue heelers have a bit of tan or red on their chest and legs at the very least.
By some bizarre twist, my grandma has a Blue Heeler/pit bull mix hearing aid service dog.
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