Reese has hurt his paw somehow - lord only knows how. It doesn't seem all that severe an injury, but the vet has ordered that we restrict his activity until it heals. That is certainly easier said than done. He wants to tear around and play, and we keep having to tell him no and confine him for fear he'll make his injury worse. We've also had to alter his bathroom route to ensure we taking him on short, quick walks - all business.
Our building has this great little dog run. It's covered in astroturf, has doggie poop bags, and a drinking fountain for the pups. It also allows me to let him off leash and get some of the energy out with other dogs from the building. But, since he can't play or walk far, we can't take him there right now. It just feels cruel.
We need that space in the building, because we live right downtown. There aren't a ton of green spaces for people or dogs. But, it so happens there is a law office with some grass across the street from our building. It's a super short walk, and I always pick up after him. Plus, this law office is clearly meant to service the county jail - we're not talking about some fancy white shoe firm trying to up its curb appeal or something. Well, we've been taking Reese there to do his business while he heals. Perhaps it's a dick move, but I always clean up the mess and properly dispose of the waste. And he likes to just sit in the grass over there in the shade and watch the world go by (sometimes too much when he refuses to move).
Today, after receiving a rather gutting job rejection email for a position I was pretty stoked about, I went to take Reese out. As he is sniffing around, this dude approaches me all heated asking me how I would feel about letting dogs use my lawn as a toilet. He goes off on me with this tirade and then has the audacity to tell me he's nicely asking me to take my dog elsewhere. I let him know he's not exactly asking nicely and leave. I cross the street and promptly start bawling.
The transition out here hasn't been easy. I have been picky with my job search, because I want to find the right position. But, not working has made it really hard to fully settle. I am starting to worry a bit about money, meeting people is a challenge, and I miss the stimulation and interaction a full-time job affords. Reese has been a good distraction, but he's also a big challenge and has severely limited my sleep.
So, I am feeling a little raw when some schlubby-looking asshole starts yelling at me about the unkempt grass in front of his place of employment dying because of dog pee.
My disappointment about this job will pass. Reese will heal. And hopefully, he will get easier to control and be able to go longer overnight so we all sleep better. But, and yes it's hack-y to say, I am currently having a RUFF time.
Our building has this great little dog run. It's covered in astroturf, has doggie poop bags, and a drinking fountain for the pups. It also allows me to let him off leash and get some of the energy out with other dogs from the building. But, since he can't play or walk far, we can't take him there right now. It just feels cruel.
We need that space in the building, because we live right downtown. There aren't a ton of green spaces for people or dogs. But, it so happens there is a law office with some grass across the street from our building. It's a super short walk, and I always pick up after him. Plus, this law office is clearly meant to service the county jail - we're not talking about some fancy white shoe firm trying to up its curb appeal or something. Well, we've been taking Reese there to do his business while he heals. Perhaps it's a dick move, but I always clean up the mess and properly dispose of the waste. And he likes to just sit in the grass over there in the shade and watch the world go by (sometimes too much when he refuses to move).
The transition out here hasn't been easy. I have been picky with my job search, because I want to find the right position. But, not working has made it really hard to fully settle. I am starting to worry a bit about money, meeting people is a challenge, and I miss the stimulation and interaction a full-time job affords. Reese has been a good distraction, but he's also a big challenge and has severely limited my sleep.
So, I am feeling a little raw when some schlubby-looking asshole starts yelling at me about the unkempt grass in front of his place of employment dying because of dog pee.
My disappointment about this job will pass. Reese will heal. And hopefully, he will get easier to control and be able to go longer overnight so we all sleep better. But, and yes it's hack-y to say, I am currently having a RUFF time.
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