JOY
To start, he's adorable. Just looking at him brings a smile to anyone's face, he's that adorable. And that's not just me being biased. Take a look at this picture and try not to smile.
Can't do it, can you?
To add to his general adorableness, he lurves me best, so, of course, I'm overcome with joy all the time. He sits next to me, he lays next to me, he listens to my commands... and no one else. Pure. joy. Heh.
FRUSTRATION
As mentioned in a previous post, he eats EVERYTHING: shoes, grass, mulch, hands, the plastic part of his harness... it's very frustrating. Especially when he now has diarrhea mixed with a little blood (sorry, TMI). I called the vet today and I had to drop him off to get an X-ray. (Stupid COVID for not letting me stay with him.) I broke him. I hope I'm still his favorite when it's all over.
EXHAUSTION
He hates his crate. I've read all the articles, I've talked to my dog friends, nothing is working. He's pretty stubborn. The only semi-solution is to lay on the floor next to his crate until we both fall asleep. It works for him, and sorta works for me. I mean, I can fall asleep anyway, which is half the battle.
LOVE
I just said I sleep on the floor next to his crate almost every night, right? Love. I always want to be with him. Love. I'm sitting here, so worried that I broke him, I couldn't think of anything to do except write about him. Love.
It's possible I've jumped ship and become a dog person.
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