A Guilty Monday
I was tired last night. Really tired. So tired in fact, that I decided to lay down at 9pm. That means Kenji was forced to forfeit his 11pm bladder drain. And a change in my routine, means a change in Kenji’s routine, which inevitably leads to another change in my routine.
Mr. K woke me at 3am, because to him, it probably felt like 6am. That’s fine. But what I feel bad about is that he is unable to spend more time out of the crate.
As you can see from the recent damage to our house, he’s proven himself incapable of being left alone. That means confinement - a lot of it. Luckily for us - and him - he seems to be very tolerant of it. He has not expressed any signs of anger or extreme anxiousness. (I’ve even watched him on a spy cam and he mostly sleeps, sctratches, and then sleeps some more.)
But we’re talking quality of life here. And as we bond tighter every day, I really wish there were other alternatives. The budget isn’t there for a dog sitter, puppy day care or a dog walker.
Any other ideas? Let me know: myfirstshiba@gmail.com
