Home Alone
Jan. 4th, 2018 08:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogI may not be able to block Facebook from showing me comments that people I have friended make in other groups, but I realized today that I could just block any group whose comments tend to devolve into vitriol. That helps.
I also left Dogspotting. It's a fun group with lots of cute pictures that make me smile, but I'm tired of the cycle of someone posting an invalid spot followed by that spot being called out followed by yet another argument about whether there should be rules or that this one should be an exception.
Danae is in Hawaii for a conference through Monday, so Piper Ann (a co-worker with two Yorkies of her own decided that her middle name is Ann, and I'm going with it) and I are home alone. She was out of insulin for a day because of sytem-related delays, and she drank too much water and peed on the floor. I felt bad for her; I know she didn't mean to. I wish she'd use puppy pads.
Today, she's going to be in her crate for longer than I'm comfortable with. I got up early (4:30 this morning instead of 5:00) to give her food and a walk. Therefore, she ate too early too, but I'll give her an early dinner and I'll keep her schedule that way until Danae is back to take care of her in the morning.
And now she'll be in her crate until I get home around 4:30. Twelve hours is too long, and I feel anxious about it and like a bad doggy-parent. But it's only for today and tomorrow.
With Danae out of town, Piper slept in bed with me last night. It was soothing, lying down next to her and looking over at her, watching her occasionally resettle herself, or groom her paws, or just rhythmically breath. I like to think about the feelings she may be having in her little doggy mind, hoping that she's feeling pure feelings of safety and happiness.
I also left Dogspotting. It's a fun group with lots of cute pictures that make me smile, but I'm tired of the cycle of someone posting an invalid spot followed by that spot being called out followed by yet another argument about whether there should be rules or that this one should be an exception.
Danae is in Hawaii for a conference through Monday, so Piper Ann (a co-worker with two Yorkies of her own decided that her middle name is Ann, and I'm going with it) and I are home alone. She was out of insulin for a day because of sytem-related delays, and she drank too much water and peed on the floor. I felt bad for her; I know she didn't mean to. I wish she'd use puppy pads.
Today, she's going to be in her crate for longer than I'm comfortable with. I got up early (4:30 this morning instead of 5:00) to give her food and a walk. Therefore, she ate too early too, but I'll give her an early dinner and I'll keep her schedule that way until Danae is back to take care of her in the morning.
And now she'll be in her crate until I get home around 4:30. Twelve hours is too long, and I feel anxious about it and like a bad doggy-parent. But it's only for today and tomorrow.
With Danae out of town, Piper slept in bed with me last night. It was soothing, lying down next to her and looking over at her, watching her occasionally resettle herself, or groom her paws, or just rhythmically breath. I like to think about the feelings she may be having in her little doggy mind, hoping that she's feeling pure feelings of safety and happiness.
