Moving On?
On Tuesday afternoon, I adopted a dog.
She was a chocolate lab mix, female, about a year old. She had little bald spots all over her legs from either a) Scabies, b) Food allergy c) bacterial infection, or d) atopy. I took her anyway. She was so sweet, and she needed me.
The 4th year student who had her was actually the same girl who gave me the free Sentinel when I toured her house back in May when I was trying to figure out where to live. She tried to help me as much as she could, getting me the hookup on free shots, free derm treatment, and a free spay. She also told me that if things didn't work out with her, that I could always give her back. There was a sophomore that wanted her as well.
Unfortunately, last night I only got about 3-4 hours of sleep because the dog kept itching all night (even after heavy doses of benadryl) and whining wanting me to let her out or play with her. This had also happened the night before. So I gave her back to Beth today; she was really cool about it. I hated to do it, but the whole thing was just really stressing me out, besides, I don't think I am ready for another dog yet. Everytime Bridget (as I took to calling her) did something that I had to reprimand her for (eg, jumping on my couch and bed) I kept thinking about how Gracie never did stuff like that (not that that's bad, it's just something I don't want her to do and would require some training for me to break her of it). Gracie was the perfect dog, and right now I feel like I will never find another dog that will come close. I hope that isn't the case, though. I am just not ready to "move on" yet.
She was a chocolate lab mix, female, about a year old. She had little bald spots all over her legs from either a) Scabies, b) Food allergy c) bacterial infection, or d) atopy. I took her anyway. She was so sweet, and she needed me.
The 4th year student who had her was actually the same girl who gave me the free Sentinel when I toured her house back in May when I was trying to figure out where to live. She tried to help me as much as she could, getting me the hookup on free shots, free derm treatment, and a free spay. She also told me that if things didn't work out with her, that I could always give her back. There was a sophomore that wanted her as well.
Unfortunately, last night I only got about 3-4 hours of sleep because the dog kept itching all night (even after heavy doses of benadryl) and whining wanting me to let her out or play with her. This had also happened the night before. So I gave her back to Beth today; she was really cool about it. I hated to do it, but the whole thing was just really stressing me out, besides, I don't think I am ready for another dog yet. Everytime Bridget (as I took to calling her) did something that I had to reprimand her for (eg, jumping on my couch and bed) I kept thinking about how Gracie never did stuff like that (not that that's bad, it's just something I don't want her to do and would require some training for me to break her of it). Gracie was the perfect dog, and right now I feel like I will never find another dog that will come close. I hope that isn't the case, though. I am just not ready to "move on" yet.