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Location: Notts UK
Joined: Jan 2011
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I'm letting my guy down and I can't seem to fix it
Sorry, this may well be a garbled stream of conciousness - I've just stood in the middle of the playing fields on a walk and sobbed my heart out so I'm not in the greatest frame of mind. I'll try to make sense - and I know the problem in the middle of it all is me - I'm under no illusions about that I just need to find out how to make it better for everyone else (fleshy and furry).
I've never had dogs, never been in a position to with how my work patterns were and grew up slightly wary of them (but knew how to approach them properly and the like). By virutue of home tutoring I met a wonderful black lab and got over my unease and started wanting one myself... my work died a death, we bought our own house so we were going to be in a position to. Hubby had dogs growing up and was keen too - so we got our guy from a rescue the day after New Year.
I know it's early days, I know the guy we got is really fantastic (we know nothing of his background - he was abandoned) - lovely affectionate hilarious and really calm but not fearful. Generally with a little reminding he didn't bat an eyelid at the cat unless she wound him up with the indignant hissing routine, and there was no aggression there when he WAS interested in her - just his usual bouncing up toward her, tail wagging in a "PLAAAAAYYYYYYMAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTEEEEE" kind of way - not the sort appreciated by a very sleek composed kitty. Anyway - we'd made some progress to where we could generally trust him offlead in the same room under supervision - had bedtimes, meal times and poo times pretty decently established and while, still excessively bouncy a bit meeting other dogs - he was starting to take the hint that saying hello by launching yourself three feet in the air on top of them and drowning them in slobbery enthusiasm wasn't the fastest way to make friends and influence people.
We had a horrid phonecall the other day - basically a family friend who has been like a father to me is in intensive care and pretty much it looks like he's losing the fight so the nurses have started warning people that he's dying. As such - pretty much had to drop everything and head up there in an attempt to say last goodbyes. Perceptive dog that he is - he'd tried to comfort me by a head on the knee and a paw offered (his solution to everything is to offer to shake hands - he'd make a cracking politician). Dog in back of car, bags packed and on the road within the hour.
He coped brilliantly with the upheaval and staying overnight with us at my parents or so we'd thought (apart from breaking out of the kitchen to spend the evening sleeping at the foot of the stairs - through three sets of closed doors, and scoffing an entire cake from my mother's Christmas stash - he did clear up all his crumbs though!), even convinced my dog-wary step-father that not all dogs are manic bouncing balls of slobber. Doesn't help my mother was gleefully giving him tidbits and grinning that "ooooh look 2 week's worth of training undone in 2 minutes" - said jokingly but you get the idea.
Since we got home it's like he's completely uncontrollable though - I know that hubby's tired from 8 hours of driving, and my emotional reserves are pretty much gone (waiting for a phonecall that the Grim Reaper's been is pretty, well, grim)... but he came bailing into the lounge (normally he's stood at the door and waited for the "are you coming in" invitation) straight to chase the cat, he's lunged at her like crazy and not been stopped with a "no"... and just now on the playing field - this is the bit that's breaking my heart and had me stood there sobbing - I was picking up his poo with him on a long lead (don't trust his recall off - so I tend to swap him onto an extending one when we get to open ground so he doesn't make me stand in every puddle while he's having a sniff) and some guy came along with a dog off lead and they wanted to sniff and say hello, he jumped up sideways over her to sniff his backside and the other dog yelped - I didn't see any aggression at all, just total overexhuberance - but still, I don't want to end up with "that dog" that everyone avoids on the park, and he wasn't recalling at all when I was trying to get him back, scoop up poo and make sure that he was behaving all simultaneously... thankfully the other guy's dog who wasn't recalling either told his dog that it "serves you right" and walked off fine - but I'm in bits about it all. I know I'm likely to have to have another trip away in a few weeks for the funeral (there's a chance he'll live but it's pretty slender), and I just don't seem to be making progress at all, if anything - he's worse off than when we brought him home from the rescue.
Hubby's not brilliant - he seems to think he's the, well, mutt's nuts with the dog - loves the jumping up and hysterical hellos when he gets home from work, loves the fact he gets a more enthusiastic one than me (I think he views it as he loves him more... in reality it's that the dog knows he ain't getting attention from me until he's sat on the floor wagging his tail and grinning maniacally - not bouncing 3 feet in the air like he does with hubby), and the dog doesn't listen to a word he says a lot... then when I'm getting the dog sat down in the back of the car so I can shut the hatchback part down - he does things like completely going over the top of me with a different command so I just end up being made to feel completely helpless and out of control. He doesn't mean to - but we've had so many rows over it in the last couple of weeks that everything alltogether seems to be like one collossal mistake.
I love the dog to bits - when I started crying in the park he just came over looking so concerned and leaned against me sitting quietly like he was saying "there there" - he's got such a wonderful sensitive perceptive streak in him. Don't worry - there's no way I'm getting rid of either the dog, the cat or the husband - I just don't seem to be able to regain a handle on the situation - and we were doing soooo well, to the point where little old ladies would cross the street to say hello to the "lovely dog".