I'll admit that about forty-eight hours ago I believed I had made the biggest mistake of my life. I love Poe, but we've only been together a week. Dakota, my ten-year-old Sheltie, and I have been together her whole life. My anxiety has been off-the-charts. Stress level Code Red. Sometimes all you have to do is wait for something to give. Eventually, it does.
Yesterday I posted about Dakota's extreme vaccine reaction that happened subsequent to her vet visit last Friday. We've been working closely with her doctor, shoving more pills down the poor dog than I'd like, but we're nearing the end of most of that. Last night, for the first time since Saturday, we were able to keep Dakota inside. No vomiting. No diarrhea.
Getting back to "normal" is a huge priority in the Frisch household these days.
Dakota's method of dealing with anything or anyone she doesn't like is to head outside into the fenced back yard. It's her sanctuary. Unfortunately, that restful place has been breached. After running from Poe one too many times, she inadvertently taught this wicked smart nine-week-old how to use the dog door, too. Her world has gone crazy at a time when she felt terrible, but in those two days before her shots, we were seeing the tiniest progress. A hint that she might be interested in who he is and why he's in her house.
Once she started feeling bad, she refused to stay inside. We felt awful. I even put the music on through the backyard speakers so she didn't feel so bad. We always leave her music when we go out. My neighbors have to be wondering why we're out with flashlights in the middle of the night, playing music (softly) all day, if they can hear it. I try to keep it so only she can. Today, she's coming in.
Introducing a new puppy to a skittish old dog takes patience and a lot of setting of boundaries. We have an open concept floor plan so a baby gate just won't do, but I've built a barricade of pillows, blankets, and an ottoman to at least let Poe know that he can't run the entire house. That has given me my sanity back, allowed me to get back to editing Fatal Intention with him sleeping peacefully by my side and Dakota resting comfortably in her usual place in the kitchen.
It's great that Poe knows the dog door and in time, when I can trust him, we'll gladly let him out there. For now, he's better behaved knowing what he can and can't do. He's starting to sleep, Hallelujah. I only had to get up with him twice in the night and dear husband took the wake-up call at 5:30.
I had been oversleeping before Poe's arrival. I can get back to writing and have more productive time on his schedule.
Dakota, soon, will be back to her pre-last Friday condition. She's alive, and I'm grateful for that. Her appetite will return, but for now to see her sleeping comfortably inside the house has me thrilled.
Learning a new pup, having him learn me, and doing what I can to maintain my girl's quality of life has been a bit overwhelming, but life is ups and downs. I'm glad we're finally back to climbing.