My Monkey Wrench is Shaped Like a Dog
Saturday, August 01, 2015
We have a new puppy. Yay! His name is Blackjack, after the black pegasus in the Percy Jackson books, according to my 12 year old, whose dog Blackjack officially is. Blackjack is 7 weeks old, and a little ball of furry energy. I've been looking forward to getting him because I feel he'll be a great partner on my journey to better health.
That should be in caps: My Journey to Better Health.
Better yet, My Final Journey to Better Health, subtitled, The Last Yo-Yo Pull of My Life.
Anyway, I'm sure "Jack" as I call him, is going to be an amazing partner. He's got a ton of energy - border collie German shepherd blend - and a playful demeanor. He's going to be my accountability partner when he wants his walkies. WHEN he wants his walkies. During this first week of having him, however, I've lost a lot of sleep, stress levels are sky-rocketed, and he won't let me workout. He jumps on me, scratches me and whines if I try to exercise at home. Can't keep him kenneled during my normal exercise time, because I'm the first one to get up in the morning, and he needs to be let out to void himself and eat after being in bed half the night. Half the night because one of us, my husband or I, must get up at least once in the middle of the night to let him potty. I get up at 5am to feed and walk him (presumably so he'll be tired while I get ready for work), but he doesn't want to walk. He fights the leash and flops himself onto the ground.
We've always had dogs. I know how to train them. He's being kennel trained, and he'll come around to walking. Eventually, he's going to love his morning jaunt. Eventually. In the meantime... I'm going to have to make some serious adjustments if I'm going to get my exercise in.