This kills me.
I have a great dog. I love this guy. He's good, he's really smart (the behaviorist says he's one of the smarter dogs she's worked with), he's obedient (mostly), he's fun to play with and loves fetching balls, he likes to chase toys around the house, he doesn't bark (much) at strangers walking along the street, he doesn't howl at thunder or sirens, he likes to sit next to me with his head on my leg when I'm watching TV...
The problem is, I live alone. With Gladstone, though, for the past three months. He's eight months old now. And I work from home. I'm here all the time. That's part of the problem.
This is what I started with:
This is what I have:
When I leave the house (and I try to do so for at least half an hour every day), he totally freaks out. He cries, he scratches at the door, he freaks. I'm trying to desensitize him, but... damn. Even going to get the mail or to put out the trash is a major undertaking. And I like to go off on weekends to do things (re-enacting, conventions, what have you) and if I can't even go to the mailbox...
I love this dog, and he loves me. But I don't think I can keep him. I am losing my mind over this. The whole family cheering me on with Gladstone 'cause they know I've been through a ringer with him on his anxiety issues and trying to get him to calm down... and he's come a long way. He's a great dog. The whole family (I am told) have been dog people. We've always had dogs. Thing is, I'm 51, and this is the first dog *I* have ever had.
I love him. He loves me. But I don't know if it's fair to him or to me to keep him here. I don't know what I can do.
He's a good boy.
I can't get any work done (I work from home as a writer and translator) because he's always trying to get me to play. I try to ignore him, but he just sits there with big, pancake eyes and cocks his head and tries to jump into my lap. Either that, or he's at the door every fifteen minutes needing (wanting? Well, maybe) to be taken out. My behaviorist says I need to be more assertive and ignore him -- that he'll LEARN he has to be alone. But that's hard -- I'm too much of a softy. And that's part of the problem. Dealing with many of these issues causes me serious discomfort. Leaving him is harder on me (in many ways) than it seems to be on him -- and he's got issues about that. And I also know that it's going to end up seriously cramping my style as well as the weather improves and we move into "out for the weekend" weather.
What the hell am I to do?
Great font of internet wisdom, help me. This is tearing me up.
I have a great dog. I love this guy. He's good, he's really smart (the behaviorist says he's one of the smarter dogs she's worked with), he's obedient (mostly), he's fun to play with and loves fetching balls, he likes to chase toys around the house, he doesn't bark (much) at strangers walking along the street, he doesn't howl at thunder or sirens, he likes to sit next to me with his head on my leg when I'm watching TV...
The problem is, I live alone. With Gladstone, though, for the past three months. He's eight months old now. And I work from home. I'm here all the time. That's part of the problem.
This is what I started with:
This is what I have:
When I leave the house (and I try to do so for at least half an hour every day), he totally freaks out. He cries, he scratches at the door, he freaks. I'm trying to desensitize him, but... damn. Even going to get the mail or to put out the trash is a major undertaking. And I like to go off on weekends to do things (re-enacting, conventions, what have you) and if I can't even go to the mailbox...
I love this dog, and he loves me. But I don't think I can keep him. I am losing my mind over this. The whole family cheering me on with Gladstone 'cause they know I've been through a ringer with him on his anxiety issues and trying to get him to calm down... and he's come a long way. He's a great dog. The whole family (I am told) have been dog people. We've always had dogs. Thing is, I'm 51, and this is the first dog *I* have ever had.
I love him. He loves me. But I don't know if it's fair to him or to me to keep him here. I don't know what I can do.
He's a good boy.
I can't get any work done (I work from home as a writer and translator) because he's always trying to get me to play. I try to ignore him, but he just sits there with big, pancake eyes and cocks his head and tries to jump into my lap. Either that, or he's at the door every fifteen minutes needing (wanting? Well, maybe) to be taken out. My behaviorist says I need to be more assertive and ignore him -- that he'll LEARN he has to be alone. But that's hard -- I'm too much of a softy. And that's part of the problem. Dealing with many of these issues causes me serious discomfort. Leaving him is harder on me (in many ways) than it seems to be on him -- and he's got issues about that. And I also know that it's going to end up seriously cramping my style as well as the weather improves and we move into "out for the weekend" weather.
What the hell am I to do?
Great font of internet wisdom, help me. This is tearing me up.