For the last couple of days, chia had the runs. Every hour or so, we ran quickly outside to a shit of various consistencies and quantities. Firm and small, or the soupy ones. Last night was particularly sad, as I’ve never even got to the bed. I’ve only slept for an hour or so, because Chia constantly had to go. After a while, sick, I went going insane. When images of poems in delirium came. ...
It’s been a little over a month since Chia officially came into my home. As a recap, I’ve done the stupid thing and decided to get myself a puppy in order to train it from the ground up to be my service dog. For anyone pursuing any sort of career, my unsolicited advice would be: don’t. Unless you have a lot of time and patience. But this post is not really about giving unsolicited advice. It is about introspection and realisations I had in the first month of being a first-time dog-daddy (still sounds super weird). ...
A few months ago, we decided to get me a service animal. And because of some masochistic trait I clearly poses, I’ve decided to do as much of training possible myself, thus to get a puppy. Thankfully, Andi of Foxfire found me a perfect companion, probably the most chill puppy ever. Even a chill puppy is a torture, but I can’t wait for her to grow into a loving companion that will be fun be around. I just hope she’ll have enough patience with me for that. ...