Retirement and Dogs Part 2

The problem start mounting when you make impulsive decisions, you are usually unprepared for the results. I was very unprepared, and not very knowledgeable about dogs. I have a cousin who had a dog, but I really didn’t see her Shih Tzu often enough to know what was involved in her care. I grew up where people had mutts for dogs – you gave him a bone and go about your business. But high-end dogs take some care and thought. What kind of food should she eat, wet or dry? Do you know how many kinds of dog food there are? What about shots? You know what, let’s stop right here – I haven’t even given her a name. The next day, I was going to say “we”, but what did she do but look at me suspiciously..? I had more pee to clean up, does this dog do anything but pee, I thought? I gave her the food I grabbed at the store the night before, and sat trying to figure out a name. I wanted it to be easy and a reflection of her personality, whilst to be honest at this point I knew nothing about her. I thought maybe I’d name her DEE, but nope, that won’t do – my mom would kill me for naming a dog after her! Then I thought DD… Nope, still too close to my mother’s name. I went through the entire alphabet in my head, putting two letters together. Finally, I decided on GG. No Gigi for her, just two letters, easy to remember. I was a proud mama, I managed to give my dog a name. The next problem to tackle was actually buying dog food, and getting more training pads. I couldn’t take her with me, because I wasn’t supposed to have a dog – so what was I to do? I had no choice but to go, she needed things. As I was leaving for my quick run to the store a Cesar dog food commercial came on. I stopped in my tracks and just stared at the television, as if I never seen this commercial before. This time was different, GG needed food and the Cesar dog was cute. I went to the store so fast you’d think it was a matter of life and death if I didn’t make it in 5 minutes. I was in and out, and it helped that I knew the layout of the store. It was obvious I was a proud mama with all the toys I bought, with the training pads and dog food. I just hoped that nobody behind me in line knew where I lived. I rushed all the way from the checkout line to my car just grinning. Well, that smile got wiped right off my face when I got home… GG had pooped on the floor, torn up a training pad and dragged my shoes out of the bedroom. How can one little dog do so much in 20 minutes..? I was furious, and she got her first and only spanking with a newspaper. I’d learned a few things from the dog lovers at my job. They had said to crate train or put the dog’s nose in the pee, and then put the dog on the training pad. I wasn’t crate training, it seemed inhuman to me, so I chose the latter, which GG and I practiced all weekend. I had to go work in NYC. I left at 4 in the morning and didn’t get home until 5. I had forgotten all about this when I impulsively got GG. I never considered that she might be lonely being home alone for that many hours. I do realize now it maybe was selfish… There was also the issue of noise. I had downstairs neighbors and I know with those thin walls the floors were probably not much better. I wondered, did they hear her running or see her little head, looking out of the patio door? I was just glad her bark was weak and the neighbors were nice. The next blog will be “Off to work I shall go”.

Author: Unique Things

Retired with dogs is not at all what you would expect. I retired from DoD about 18 months ago. My spouse and I married a year ago and just had our first anniversary. We have two dogs that have honk they are not dogs but rulers of us. Read my blogs to see why I sometimes wish I was still working.

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