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A divided decision

3 weeks have passed since Serah came to us. Training has paid off, she listens whenever we tell her no, knows her commands and has improved a great deal when walking on the leash. She does turn deaf when she plays with other dogs, though. That’s alright, she’s still a pup. She’s very sneaky, too. She’s not allowed on the couch and she knows it, yet she seizes every opportunity to jump up on it and then look all innocent when we catch her. Most the time, we don’t need to tell her off, she’d jump off on her own and then give you the saddest puppy face on the planet before laying down in her own bed.

During the time Serah’s been here, I have loved 90% of it. Finally having a dog feels amazing. Actually, it feels more than amazing even though it didn’t really turn out the way I wanted (I want a shiba, remember?). I haven’t felt any anger when I’m bored since Serah came. I’ve always had something to do. Zoe is very independent, so a dog fills the gaps where I feel I really want to do something. Whenever I’m bored, I could just train with Serah. She’s very eager to please, which has made our training sessions very easy.

However, I can’t say the same about my family. Patience have been shortened and there haven’t been much understanding to the fact that Serah is a puppy. Zoe has a few phrases on repeat whenever Serah’s around.
I’m scared of Serah. Does she have to live here? Can Haylee live here instead? Haylee can sleep in my bed. Serah’s too big. I love small dogs, like Haylee. 

Haylee is a chihuahua our beloved friends have. She’s indeed adorable, but a wee bit too small for my taste. I understand Zoe, though. It is intimidating to have a dog that’s about twice your body size and it isn’t very helpful knowing the dog will only grow bigger and much faster than Zoe does.
For two and a half weeks, the Dutchman and I have sat down every day, several times a day, with Zoe and Serah and have them become more accustomed to each other. We’ve put up a gate to Zoe’s room to help the progress. Serah keeps laying outside said gate, wagging her tail, hoping Zoe will come play. But Zoe just ignores or teases from the other side. We’ve also tried walking Serah with Zoe, playing out- and indoors with everyone involved and tried doing simple tricks. None of these work and what has happened is that Zoe even more repeats her phrases.

Now, we feel like we have two options. Either return Serah to the adoption bureau, in which case she will again go to a foster family, or keep her and try to make the best of it. Chances are, though, that Zoe will forever emphasise the size of the dog. I’m very divided. I’m a mother, first hand and that makes me feel like I need to listen to my child no matter what. That includes if I have to take the fall (of feeling bad for giving up the dog) if it means Zoe will feel better. The Dutchman seem to have little problem with this aspect, less than I do at least. An equal part of me does not want to give up Serah. She’s amazing. And the voice echoes but you have to think of your child. I don’t know what to do and it just feels awful.

//c_Cae; adulting is hard, parenting is sometimes harder.


Puppy plans

I’ll start from the top. After we lost Penny, the Dutchman and I discussed if we could ever have another cat. The answer was simple, since both our allergies were triggered (to different extents) by Penny, we just couldn’t have another cat. One thing led to another, and we started talking about maybe getting a dog. Our schedules would never allow the dog to be alone for more than 3 hours, which is perfect. After that discussion, the dog plans kind of died off until we left to visit a friend, who at the time had two rottweilers. My interest in dogs sparked again, and so it was brought up again, but like before it got paused.

Then a few months ago, I got hooked on the shiba inu and couldn’t get enough of it. I looked for forums, breeders, and read everything that I could find on the breed. The more I read, the more I loved. Eventually, it got to the point where I tried to find things that would discourage me of getting one. But I couldn’t. I found its stubbornness charming, it’s food-motivated behaviour cute (because I’m the same, haha), and its fox-like looks were just absolutely adorable.

The Dutchman noticed this, and asked if I wanted one. Of course I wanted one, I’d been obsessing over them for a good while. After a good discussion, with the Dutchman telling me to go for it because I want it, we decided that we were gonna do it. A puppy it is.

I’ve found a breeder in town, and I’m gonna mail her soon. Even though saving up money for a puppy will probably take a year, it can’t hurt to get myself involved as early as possible. I don’t want to decide what kind of color I want. Heck, I don’t even care what gender the future dog will be. I want to build a trustful relationship with the breeder and have the breeder/the puppy pick me. After all, this is a family member that I intend to keep around for a good 15 years.

The shiba is a very challenging breed. It needs a lot of mental training beside the regular physical training. Since I learned this, I’ve thought of various things to stimulate dogs: toys, games and what not. All of them being food-motivated of course. I’d say I’m ready. The only time I’d be reluctant to walk it would be if it was a storm outside, but that’s it.

Resistance is futile!

And I don’t worry about Zoe’s reaction to a dog. She’s asked about it ever since she met the cutest chihuahua not long ago. I was over the moon when Haley, the chihuahua, sat in my lap and cuddled for what felt like hours. Zoe was curious and I taught her how to approach a dog properly. Since then, she’s even asked about dogs. I asked her if she wanted a dog and the answer was like any kid, of course a yes.

//c_Cae; can’t wait for this to happen!!! the wait is killing me