Today is Saturday. The day of the week is actually rather irrelevant, but just a statement of fact at this moment in time.
Saturday is usually a mixture of day off, rest, play, a bit of housework and so on for me. Nothing too strenuous. I work 4 days in an office, 2 days online at home, look after house, husband, teen, 2 cats and 1 dog, so I give myself an “easy day” each week as a way to prevent complete and utter meltdown.
This particular day the plan was – sleep in a little; breakfast; walk Annie; coffee; work on a project on the pc; vac the house, coffee… well you get the idea. Busy but not strenuous.
Annie, my little treasure, my angel, my furry baby… had other ideas. Now don’t get me wrong, she didn’t do it on purpose. She was just being – well – A Dog.
to explain some of the problem, Annie is a rescue dog. We had two, but sadly lost Joe to an awful accident in December (please feel free to read my post about that-Don’t let another good dog die needlessly). Since losing Joe, Scaredy-pup Annie, who was just about gaining confidence went right back to square one. She’s from Romania, found in a rubbish heap as a puppy, kenneled with several more strays for what must have been an eternity for a puppy. A few months in Romanianan kennels and she was shipped to England, into kennels. February 2013 when it was estimated she was about 1 year old, we picked her. Fluffy, frightened and foreign. Reaction to uncertainty – she wee’d. She always does.
Now, that all seemed a little boring I’m sure, but the reason I put it down was that this issue was the start of upturning my planned ‘easy day’.
This is how my easy day actually went – thanks to the scaredy pup Annie.
8am:woken by husband offering large coffee. Sat in bed and sipped said coffee. Husband left for work. I played games on my phone, read emails and snuggled into my warm sheets, looking out at a sunny, but cold, English winter day.
9am : wash, dress, waddle downstairs for another cup of coffee and breakfast. Teen yapping in my ear about some inane teen talk. Let Annie into the garden; feed cats.
10am : let Annie in from garden, fat cat hisses at Annie, Annie bounces to play, mud all over the rug- we’ve had a very wet winter and the garden is getting quite boggy. I sigh, I’ll let it dry and vacuum it later.
10.15am : get Annie’s walking harness. Call Annie, teen stands by door still yapping. Annie so excited she wees. I sigh. Annie thinks she’s done wrong (she has but I try not to get angry – she can’t help it.). In response to that she wees as she walks back to her bed. She wee’s in her bed. I start mopping floor.
10.30am : we try again. This time I take harness to Annie, lay it in front of her. She knows it. She loves to walk and on a good day she will sit, raise paw to put one leg in the loop and so on. Today she’s nervous. Who knows why. Perhaps she’s heard some banging outside. Banging makes her nervous. Annie sniffs the harness to me cooing “wanna go walk?”. Tail wags, and dog wees.
10.45am : we’re out. A car goes by, Annie looks wide eyed at it. It’s going to be one of those days.
We walk through the woods, Annie has her fluffy white tail high, bouncing in the leaves, through the trees, over the fallen trunks, nose in this and that. Back on the lead we walk the path to the field. We meet a large growly dog and Annie hides behind me and wees. I walk her away, fully aware that I don’t need to stress her any more than she already is. We meet a black waggy dog. This is better. Nose to nose with waggy tails she greets him and vise versa. We reach the field.
Annie runs, bounces, hops, skips, jumps…………and rolls. “Oh Annie” escapes my lips once again. But this time she just doesn’t care. Every last bit of nasty, foul smelling, disgusting thing she could find on that field she rolled in. My shoulders slump. She’s loving it.
11.45am: I head home with one rank dog trotting happily by my side.
Now, what should have been a nice walk and a steady afternoon has now turned into a nice walk for Annie, an unwanted bath for Annie, an unwanted soaking for me, 2 carpets vacuumed, 2 carpets washed, and wet dog smell throughout the house.
I love Annie to bits and I know she’s a dog with issues. She’ll get over them, we love her too much to allow it to rule her forever… but why does she have to wee and roll in poo on my easy day I’m now off to have a genuine, exhausted, meltdown.