Yesterday I teleworked and it was just too much going on.
KerryGirl had a groomer appt. This is a new groomer, but she’s well-known for fabulous work. Particularly in kerry blue terriers. And she was only $10 more than the other groomers—who weren’t terribly good. So we got her there super early so I could get Sasha back home and fed before I needed to start my workday.
Well, Sasha was having a TantrumDay. No matter what happened it was so wrong he had to throw a fit.
So much fun trying to get the dog signed in while he was doing that.
And we got home and more tantrums followed. He didn’t want to be in his high chair, he didn’t want to eat food. He didn’t want a bottle. He didn’t want his cup. He didn’t want to play. He didn’t want to be held. He wasn’t in pain (because Tylenol didn’t make a dent). He wanted to nurse, but only till he didn’t.
And so the throwing on the floor kicking, flailing and screaming went on pretty much all day.
Then at the end of the workday we had to immediately go get KerryGirl again and still with the screaming me-me in the backseat.
She looks great. It’s a perfect show cut. Well worth the extra $10 to actually have her not only completely done—and yes, that’s been an issue—but done evenly so I don’t have to redo her because the “caught in lawnmower look” isn’t really a good one for her. The perfect show clip is a bonus.
But here’s what’s weird. She wants my permission to show her at Intergroom. After only meeting me and my dog once?!? Well, as much as I’m sure she’s on the up-and-up, I’m going to say no. The dog works herself into a state when she’s away from me for too long. Fever, gastroenteritis, the whole thing. And 3 days is way past her threshold.
Yes, I do plan to leave her at the end of the month to go to Philly, but she’s staying with her vet. The vet that already knows she does this. The vet who knows how to get her to stop.
I know it's supposed to be a compliment. A way of saying my dog is in great shape, a fabulous conformation, and well-mannered. But I can't do it.
We went home and Sasha continued to Tantrum. When his Daddy came home I told him I was done, needed a break, and so Sasha was his for a couple of hours. He (Daddy) acted like he had no idea that Sasha was mobile and put him on the floor and walked away. Of course Sasha got up on a low table and pulled heavy things down on himself and was screaming this time for a reason. And when I got mad that Hubby wasn't watching, well...acted like it was somehow my fault.