Some days it just all adds up. . .
Rain, wind, and snow – neighbor’s yard furniture and trash cans blowing into my yard – getting soaked in a sudden cloudburst – trying desperately to keep up with work for an organization, and cracking the bridge of my nose on a heavy metal bird feeder while trying to keep Leia from venturing out of the yard.
No matter how much I advocate positive training, there are times when circumstances like these cause me to lose my patience.
It was blustery and cold at 11:30pm. I’d taken Leia out on leash to toilet, but she wouldn’t. According to her routine, I expected her to pee and poop, but all she wanted to do was grab the leash and play. I walked and walked, hoping she would toilet so we could go back into the warm house. She got tangled in the leash because she was tugging and leaping around.
And I lost my patience. . . I just didn’t feel like coping with shenanigans.
I always feel terrible afterwards – like I somehow failed to deal appropriately with puppy nonsense. But I remember that I’m human and sometimes subject to roller coaster emotions.
The last two nights have departed from her familiar routine, so it made me pause. Routine is one way I set my comfort level in dealing with the labor intensive days of puppy raising.
She’s growing up, I thought. The routine is bound to change.
It’s time to be flexible and go with the flow. Adapt to and accept the changes. Take a deep breath and laugh.
Easier said than done some days, especially when one thing after another seems to go wrong.
I finally gave up giving Leia the opportunity to toilet and headed to bed.
I slept soundly and deeply, only awaking when my alarm went off at 7a.m.
The sun was shining.
It’s a new day, I thought. Yesterday is old news.
And I went downstairs to greet Heidi and Leia with a smile on my face.