I'm really beginning to wonder if I made a mistake buying this dog. Okay, so I'm pretty sure I did. I knew the guy we bought him from wasn't being honest with us as soon as I saw the dog, but my heart won out over my head yet again. He claimed the dog was ten months old. Apparently, the guy has never set eyes on a ten month old papillon. I HAVE.
I knew the dog was well over eighteen months, at LEAST. I should have said no right then and there, but looking at the "home" the poor little guy had there, I felt like I couldn't just leave him. I'm a sucker. I should have asked more questions, but I'm sure that would have only given me more lies for answers. The dog is NOT up to date on his vaccinations, he's NOT housebroken, can't walk on a leash without getting himself (and me) all tangled up about a dozen times, doesn't know ANY commands, and chews on EVERYTHING. I've never been the kind of person that believes pets are disposable. That, and the fact that the kids love him, is probably the only reason he's still here now and I'm ready to snatch myself bald in frustration.I thought I could handle another papillon, but now I'm starting to wonder if I thought it would fill the hole Paddington left. Honestly, that could never happen, anymore than you can replace ANY loved one. I resent the new dog because he's NOT Paddington and that's not fair. Add all of his issues to that fact and the poor thing was doomed from the beginning. I didn't think it through as far as I thought I had. That was stupid.
Being much more aware now of things like this, I am trying to have patience and be understanding. It's not the dog's fault that everyone in the past screwed him over and didn't spend time teaching him the basics any RESPONSIBLE pet owner should teach a dog. That falls to me now. I just didn't expect to have to start from scratch with a two year old dog. I am more than capable of training him and I WILL get it done. Maybe once he behaves like a dog his age should, I won't feel so detached emotionally. If not... Well... If he's trained it shouldn't be hard to find a new home for him with someone who doesn't have the emotional issues that I have with him. The kids would be sad for awhile, but they would get over it. I hope it doesn't come to that, though.
I hope my stress level will go back down once we move into the house. This waiting is driving me crazy. It's like there's nothing happening and no one's doing anything but waiting for that magical closing date. No one told me how irritating this part would be. I just want it to be over. Heath heard from our lender today and apparently we're alright for closing now. What?! What does THAT mean? I didn't realize we weren't alright for closing in the first place. Was that ever in question? I feel so out of the loop right now because I really don't understand what's going on and I don't even know what questions to ask or who to ask if I did. I let Heath do most of the technical stuff because I didn't think I needed anymore to think about, but maybe that was a mistake. It's not like I'm not smart enough to get it. I just thought I could get by without knowing, for some reason. Now I feel lost and frustrated. There's only so much one can learn from watching HGTV (Which I'm absolutely burnt out on, in case anyone cares.).
I'm just feeling snappish and I probably need to go for a walk by myself or something. Probably ought to do it before it snows again.
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