The first day back to work was stressful, and that’s an understatement. I worried that GG might cry being home alone, or that our training pad sessions hadn’t gone as well as I thought. The commute I took to work was at least 2hrs each way, so there was plenty of time for her to get into mischief. I had read online that giving your pet an article of clothing would help reduce their anxiety. I gave her one of my socks to hopefully pacify her. I couldn’t take her out, because it was dark at the time I left for work. I barely wanted to go out myself at 4am to go to the bus, so I knew she wouldn’t want to go out. I can honestly say that was one stressful long day, not knowing what I was coming home to.
When I got out of my car in front of my building, I looked both ways before I got out. I didn’t want to get ambushed by neighbors or rental office personnel. I gingerly walked to the door, and put my ear against it, “Ahhhhh… Nothing.” No noise whatsoever. I opened the door and who did I see, but GG. Let me explain: there was about 30 steps to climb to get into the apartment. I picked her up and hugged her. I wondered how long she had been there. I can’t imagine such a small dog getting down all of those stairs without hurting herself. I did a once over of her body, to make sure that she wasn’t hurt anywhere, and got our dinner.
I was exhausted. Between the commute and the stress, I was ready to relax and go to bed; 3am comes very early. Well, GG had other plans, like playing and running all over the apartment. The neighbors downstairs must have wondered whether I lost my mind with all that tapping on the floor. What choice did I have but to throw toys for her to fetch, hoping she would tire out (which was not happening). After fetch, it was rubbing her, and I must have fallen asleep in the middle of that, because I remember her little bark that caused me to jump up. “No, there can’t be any barking. None whatsoever. Doesn’t this dog ever get tired? It must be the dog food, it must have some energizer ingredient in it,” I thought to myself. I was exhausted by the time she finished her night of seeing what my breaking point was. This nighttime playtime had to go. I would never be able to go to work if this was going to be her nightly routine.
What I forgot to tell you is that I worked for the Federal Government. Federal Government workers try not to work hard. They spend their hard work trying to figure out how not to work. I will not say that this is the case with all government workers, but it is with a lot of them. I had risen up the ladder to the highest position in my agency, and I didn’t want to go anywhere. I had it good. I slept on the train to work and slept going home. Why was I so tired from trying not to work? If I had a demanding job, I don’t know if GG would have made it with me. I really felt that something had to be done.
I thought Shih Tzus were lap dogs, which meant that they only wanted to lay in your lap and sleep, not run around like a maniac. I had to get her outside to burn up some of her energy. That was a challenge, because again, I was not supposed to have a dog. I had to figure out how to get her out the door at a time when people where coming in from work. She also had to be quiet and not to draw attention to us. I also had to figure out where to take her where no one from my development would know me. This was as bad as a robber making plans to rob a bank. I had to go over every detail in my head. How did the plan go? You’ll have to read next Wednesday. Have a blessed weekend everyone!