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That 18 lb little ball of energy is blowing me out of the water. I CAN NOT foster fail -- the bad kind, not the happy, love them for life kind.
She tested my every nerve today. The worst being fighting with my dog. They are really getting shitty with each other. All the bones and toys are put away unless they are separated. I talked to my foster mentor today and she had some good training tips and advise. Started implementing immediately.
My heart aches for my sweet boy. He looks defeated. That's not okay. He's a mama's boy and he looks at me like I abandoned him.
My heart aches for my little foster. She's had a hard 9 months of life and needs some love and time and training to be the dog she was meant to be.
I'm sad. Defeated too. Tomorrow is another day and I will take a big breath and do better. This is as hard as a foster gets. She's my Everest.
My hubby and son are impatient about the middle of the night barking to go out. But she has to potty. A little puppy can't hold through the entire night.
Since there is no reason to waste a good PMS, here's a little more:
Did I mention I'm covered in bug bites from all the dog walking in the trees?
Did I mention I have sunburn from where I missed the sunscreen?
Did I mention it's hot, humid and miserable every afternoon?
Did I mention that at least once a day I get rained on (even though *see above*)?
Did I mention all I ever do is pick up poop?
Did I mention I only wear ratty shirts and old shorts?
I ranted, vented, practically cried and I don't feel any better. UGH.
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