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Thank you all so much for your help and sweet cheer-me-ups. It’s nice to know that someone actually cares. I really needed that. You guys are awesome! I guess the stress has gotten to me lately. I don’t know. Two days ago, I replaced some floor tile in my kitchen, sat down to sort through lawn mower parts I’d ordered online, then just started crying. I thought, “What’s wrong with me?” I just let the tears roll, trying to figure out why it was happening. Then I wiped my face and was all cheerful again, continuing with my chores and laughing at Zeus while he humped his bear. Am I just a freak? I’m on break from school right now, so I hope my basket-case crisis is over when I start back next week. I wonder if it’s my hormones. I’m at the age that the perimenopause fairy tends to whack women on the head with her wicked wand. If that’s the case, does anyone know of an herbal supplement that might help?
It just broke my heart last night when Hercules kept coming to me with his sad face and whining for food, and I wouldn’t feed him. Then I started thinking that if he died right then, he’d leave this world feeling I don’t love him or that the new puppy is more special to me than him. That really tore me up. I took him to PetsMart today for a bath. When they asked if I wanted him trimmed, I replied, “What’s there to trim? He left here practically bald on his last visit, which wasn’t supposed to happen.” They said, “So, you’re the one who made us all cry.” I said, “Huh?” I was told that when I called the manager last month to complain about the unauthorized shaving, he explained to the staff why I was so upset and that Hercules’ hair might not grow back before his death, and they all started crying. Awe, Herc is so loved.
Zeus went to PetsMart with us to get his paw pads and pee-pee trimmed. This was his first commercial outing. He was quite the attention-getter, but boy I have some serious leash training to do. I initially had the boys on a coupler, but Zeus thought he was the horse and we were the wagon, pulling Herc’s collar up to his ears. So, I stopped and hooked them up separately, then kept getting tangled while juggling two leashes, car keys, wallet, and a bottle of shampoo – all while trying to walk in Crocs clogs with a dislocated toe. I looked like a waddling mummy on a merry-go-round.
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