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I’m pretty sure this week I’ve been attempting to set a new record for times I’ve cried. It’s no secret, I’m stressed out. Our puppy is angelic and insanely well trained except for two things: 1. She’s had intestinal distress for the past few days. Not her fault, and we’re coping. 2. She cannot not try to bite/chew on me. She never does this to Brandon. They go on long walks & jogs in the yard and she never nips or bites at his legs. She listens to his commands pretty well, and even when she’s tired or hungry, she can keep it together for him.

We did a little experiment yesterday when I got home from work, and basically she just gets extremely excited around me. She stops listening, wants to play like crazy, starts using teeth when I don’t do it her way. Way not cool, Magda.
I’ve been working on keeping my tone calm, redirecting her to proper play things, and showing her the consequences of not playing nicely are not getting to play at all.
Brandon has also been limiting her time with me to when she’s being very well behaved so that she starts to understand that this is appropriate behavior with both of us.
As of this morning, it seems to be working. Of course she could just be having a ‘good’ day and tomorrow could be another day I cry. But I’m really focusing on not projecting so much negative energy, nervousness and stress to give her a hand too.
Let me tell you though, that is really hard.
On Monday we cross over into the Three Months To Go wedding countdown. Just the thought of it makes my stomach go in knots. At least with this little big of extra non-puppy time I’ve been able to focus on getting a few things done. And when Mom gets back from vacation, we’ll be getting into super-arts-and-crafts DIY mode. I’m just keeping my fingers crossed that we can stay on task and get out of this alive.
Also, on a more health related note, my magical, always-on-time, clockwork period has failed me. I’m not surprised though, this has been known to happen when I’m extremely stressed and sleep deprived. Of course just to be sure, I peed on a stick and confirmed my theory. Facts are better than hunches, and having facts also reduces stress. Hopefully it’ll come back around soon and not throw off my schedule for the wedding.
Not a whole lot I can do about that either, though.
So basically today I’m repeating zen little phrases to myself and taking lots of deep breaths in an attempt to self manifest a really great rest of the month, and maybe the next three as well!

Ever have any pet disasters? How did you deal with them?


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