I have an
axe to grind with all those dog – moms that eulogized keeping a dog as the best
stress buster ever! Really?
I can tell
you a hundred reasons why Jibu has made my stress levels gallop skywards but I
will only start with this morning.
I was late
to work and had to push the daily status meeting by 15 minutes.
The first
snowfall of the season – and the world outside looked pristine and white. But that’s
not why I was late.
Before I became a
dog-mom, this would have meant staring out at the beautiful world and sharing
this beauty with my Facebook friends. Today I worried where Jibu would go poo.
Because my very knowledgeable husband had found out last night that dogs cannot
be let out in the snow to do their job. The rightful owner of Jibu arose and
leashed Jibu close to his pad. I sprayed
his pad with the training stuff and Isha bleary eyed departed for another round
of sleep.
But Jibu is
a summer dog and only knows to ‘go’ outside. Of course sometimes, just to
torment me he has gone on the carpet outside my door but today he remembers he
is ‘trained’
So all the while
I prepared the kids lunch boxes, he whined and squealed and barked and I took
him and his pad to the powder room and locked them inside hoping he will act like all of us do. He normally does that when we eat he says me too please or when I bring home the shopping - he is quite clear he is a member of the family and asks me where's my stuff? But not this time. He continued to
bring the house down. I am of course only concerned by the horror that does our
daily performance appraisal. He comes down, and yells at me for being a dog
abuser and to make the dog stop barking. Very early appraisal today. :(
By now Isha and her dad know that the rant
to put Jibu for sale in Kjiji is about to begin so they come down and try to
take Jibu out on the porch. Our boss departs for another shut eye.
Jibu as soon as he sees Isha and Ameeth forgets
everything but fun and frolic and starts eating the snow. They declare he does
not want to go and again tie him up in the kitchen table and depart - Very
strategic move by both of them. For future reference this will be put down as ‘We
tried’
By now Jibu
is quite desperate and continues to curse me in his dog language. I keep trying
to ignore him and once again spray the pad.. no luck… he will not let me have
my tea or my breakfast in peace. I finally bring the big green foot rug and
spray it. He does his job and continues to mutter darkly at me for not helping
him out earlier!
By the time
the ‘happy family’ is down for breakfast he is at peace and there is no reason
why the adorable thing needs to be given away!
I think I
need to give myself away!
