Things in my life have been quite hectic since the pickup of puppy Reggie just one week ago today. Friday afternoon one I got the news that I would be working on a deal at work that would be fast tracked and needed to be wrapped up in about nine business days. Lots of work still to do, but I’ve made progress and will be in Boston Monday meeting with a firm and several other related to this work assignment.
I am typing this blog post on an airplane heading from Phoenix to Atlanta on my way to my good friend Leslie Gaston’s bachelorette party in Atlanta. Leslie is marrying an awesome guy whom she actually dated in college as well, David Marcus. I am so excited for them and happy to be a part of their special day, which is just over a month away on April 17th in Atlanta. This weekend will be lots of hanging out with the girls, chuckling about old times and having fun in the ATL! I can’t wait. My bridesmaid dress from J. Crew is en route to my apartment and I picked out a very cute present for Leslie to be gifted in just a few short hours. Good times.
Living with a puppy is definitely a warm-up for having a kid, especially if you are caring for the puppy by yourself. This morning I woke up at 3a to finish packing, walk the dog, go for a run, feed the dog, walk the dog again, pack up her stuff and transport her to the puppy sitter and get ready to catch my 9:50a US Airways flight to Atlanta.
Reggie is a doll and I’ve been impressed by how quickly she learns. She is very sweet and I think we’re going to make a great couple. The poor girl had a little anxiety earlier this week and got really upset, barking frequently when I crated her and had to go to work. Being a rookie mom, I left the window of my room open and apparently she disturbed several neighbors. Since my roommate Sara typically gets home earlier than I do, when Sara came home, Reggie started barking again and several neighbors came over and gave Sara a hard time about the dog. I felt horrible; Sara took the brunt of several tongue lashings on behalf of my dog, Reggie was so sad I left her in the crate and I have to admit I have a little separation anxiety myself.
My kind neighbors Katie and Brett, fellow dog owners – they have a great dog named Kalli – gave me some great advice: complete cover her crate with blankets so it’s more den-like, leave her with some music playing and leave one of my t-shirts in her crate when I’m not there to remind her of me. I also added a Kong bone with peanut butter in it to keep her occupied. So far, the good byes have gotten easier and she has been sleeping at least six hours at night. Good times.
