Oh, One of THOSE Moms

"So, can you tell me what her daily schedule might be?" I ask the
daycare provider. Yes, that would be the doggie daycare Dumpling now attends.

I love, love, love doggie daycare. It is a lifesaver - at least I can now get my own water and pee when I want to at the office. This also means a drastic schedule change. Basically, instead of rolling into the office at 9ish, we're at daycare at 7.30 and I'm at the office 15
minutes later. It was a shock to all. Someone will probably ask if
I've left my car overnight at the office.

And then there are the gifts. Toys, treats, more toys, more treats.
The people at the pet shop know me. By name.

But three days in, I found myself asking what exactly the activities
and such might be. She is, afterall, my dad's dog. But it does
foreshadow a bit of me as a mother. Hmmmm.

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My Dog Needs a Maid

Well, technically Dumpling is my dad's, or if you want to get über technical, is my mom's dog - her origins are previously outlined in this blog. My dad adores Dumpling. He can tell you all about her nuances and her funny tricks. However, I'm a bit too busy cleaning up after her to be
extolling her virtues.

She didn't have a single accident on Saturday, but yesterday was a disaster and today I cleaned up after her so often my hands are now permeated with bleach (the alternative being vinegar or other horrible smelling enzyme thing) the remnants of my manicure gone. My feet are rough,
as are my kneecaps. The up side is that parts of the office carpet is newly cleaned.

So basically she has major separation anxiety. I cannot go anywhere without her. She cries, she barks, she poops...even in her brand new crate purchased so I don't have to schlep her other crate to and from the office.

Well, turns out the new crate is a bit scary for her - covered or no, with food or without, even when there are treats. Argh. So I do have to schlep the old crate. She even quite literally follows me into the bathroom. I don't mind the barking (ok, I do mind it), it is the cleaning up I hate.

Well, at the office any barking is bad, so tomorrow she goes to doggie daycare. So someone else can clean up after her and take her out... But really she needs a maid- not so much to clean up after her, but to watch her like a hawk so she doesn't have accidents and to keep her company. That would be fun because she is VERY sweet.

However, I think I'll keep my day job.

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