We met a sweet 12-week old, 25 pound-black lab that we knew belonged with our family.
We brought our puppy home and named him “Nacho” as in “Nacho Libre” as in the movie for Ignacio.
The house where puppy lived seemed as if it was as far away as Timbuktu and we only had a two-hour window to get out there pick him up and get my eldest son back for his second of nine play performances. Puppy didn't eat the rest of the day, but we didn't think anything of it sense we just figured he was excited about his new environment.
We were dog-sitting him for a week so I covered all the furniture with sheets because he likes to jump on the couches and chairs when we are not looking. All the while our puppy was peeing and pooping all over our carpets, including my white and black one in the front room, so I covered the carpets as much as I could with blankets. Nice look, eh?
By evening I had used an entire bottle of Woolight to clean all the messes on the carpet. We were following Nacho everywhere he went in the house and we split the day up in four shifts. Puppy still hadn’t eaten.
My eldest still had plays to perform while I had to put in my volunteer time, all the while my husband worked endless hours to put up the posts for a fence in our backyard.
Between performances we jetted off to supply and grocery store for son's science project that they had two weeks to work on but it was now due on Tuesday.
"Hello, my 12-week, old puppy has not eaten for four days; can he be seen sometime in the afternoon?"I then took time off of work and drove puppy to what I'm sure was Timbuktu. On the way over I called puppy's original owner and informed her of the situation. She was very worried. The veterinarian took a couple of tests and deducted that he had a digestive track problem and needed antibiotics and a “bland diet” which meant boiled chicken, cottage cheese, and rice. He was having a difficult time adjusting to his new environment.
"Well," the vet receptionist replied, "the soonest we can get him in is at 11:20am. You can come then.”
“Do you have any time in the afternoon?” I replied thinking about the deadline for the rough draft due at noon and I needed all morning to work on it.
Silent on the other end for a few minutes, receptionist not looking up if she had an opening later in the day, “Um, maam, your puppy has not eaten for four days….”
I knew what she was trying to say and if something were to happen to puppy, I wouldn’t want anyone to point the finger at us for not bringing him in sooner.
That night I bought and cooked the referenced items enough for the next day.
I also had a lot going on with work and was planning a big event the next day that I was worried about the lack of interest and low attendance numbers.
Puppy started coughing – we just thought he was having troubles digesting his food.
It was also the day I had a big event at the DoubleTree Hotel and my husband had to ride his bike over to pick up the kids from school (due to the fact we still don't have a second car - but that is another story for another day).
That night, Nacho was also not sleeping under my son’s desk at night like he did the other days. He went pee and poop in their room during the night and ate through my son's favorite bag with Mickey Mouse on it. We also caught him chewing on the Bernstein Bear's book, "Trouble at School." Oldest child said there will be "Trouble at Home" if he ever chews on his precious hardback books he treasures.
A full day and we couldn’t get home until late afternoon. The longest the puppy had stayed in the vacant room in one day. We opened the door to the room to find that there was a mirror attached to the back of the door that we didn’t know was there and he had scratched the door so much that the mirror came crashing down and broke into tiny pieces all over the room. We were welcomed to three sets of urine puddles and two poop piles. That was just "fun" to clean up.
I also went back to work after dinner and stayed almost to midnight to work on my deadline and came home to find everyone was up and out of bed. Puppy could not go to sleep and was whining and keeping everyone awake. He needed "his" blanket.
Now my week was out of control for several reasons: I had a hectic week at work; followed puppy around the house all his waking hours; scrubbed rugs and hard wood floors of smelly odor; made homemade puppy food instead of just scoop and serve; couldn't take puppy on a walk or even to our front yard; had to get up in the middle of the night to take dog out; was woken up at 5:20 am every morning; the house became a disaster with torn papers, blankets, and sheets strewn all over the house; and on top of that there were play performances to attend, school projects to complete, a fence that was not up, and deadlines to meet. Whew.
It was too much for me to handle and I have to say I was a royal stress case and I was not pleasant to be around. I'm trying to have a better attitude and enjoy our sweet puppy who really has already become part of the family.
Have you had days like these? What has happened in your life that seemed out of your ability to control or cope? Or please share any puppy advice or words of encouragement.