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Sparkle123
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Barley is now 18 weeks old.
We went away on holiday last week and it was bliss! I knew I was exhausted from everything but wow, the first night I just slept. And then we realised that Barley could sleep through as well, until 7am, or thereabouts, so we have kept that routine. And that has worked well.
In the time we were away, he was played with and stimulated, socialised and trained (as much as we could).
Then home...back to routine. And...yep, you may have guessed it, the chaos has resumed.
I am going to say something that not everyone may agree with, but Barley is not my dog. He is my OH's dog, as I kind of said from the start.
It doesn't matter what I do; play with him, train him, walk him...he wants my OH, all the time.
But OH has to work. And what happens? Barley goes mental not to be with him, so I end up tearing my hair out. Again.
Today OH is WFH. Barley got too much, again, tearing things apart, stealing things. I was trying to send an important email, I am making mistakes because I am racing around after him (and the only thing that gets him away from any object he has stolen or ripped apart is food, then you have to put it out of his reach, so the house is just getting more and more bare). So I put Barley into his crate downstairs with me and he creates merry hell. Crying, trying to get out. It gets too much.
Put him upstairs with OH in crate up there, and all is quiet.
OH is worried because he can't always work from home and thinks I will murder the dog.
And yes I resent him (the dog, no OH) because this sucks. I have been through so much for him, huge amount of effort and sleep deprivation and worry, sacrificed and compromised and paid out a fortune. And he just wants my OH.
We met other people with pups about Barley's age. Totally different. Calmer. And Barley just growls at them. But the owners are having a far different life than we are. Calmer, better, more enjoyable (hate them. Lol. Joke I think).
I have always loved animals to total distraction, cry over them getting hurt, can't watch movies with them getting hurt. Animal activist.
Now I just feel like a total failure. Because I can't entirely love a dog that is a little s**t and is basically ruining my life.
Rant over.
Sorry.
I can't see any solutions at all to this.
We went away on holiday last week and it was bliss! I knew I was exhausted from everything but wow, the first night I just slept. And then we realised that Barley could sleep through as well, until 7am, or thereabouts, so we have kept that routine. And that has worked well.
In the time we were away, he was played with and stimulated, socialised and trained (as much as we could).
Then home...back to routine. And...yep, you may have guessed it, the chaos has resumed.
I am going to say something that not everyone may agree with, but Barley is not my dog. He is my OH's dog, as I kind of said from the start.
It doesn't matter what I do; play with him, train him, walk him...he wants my OH, all the time.
But OH has to work. And what happens? Barley goes mental not to be with him, so I end up tearing my hair out. Again.
Today OH is WFH. Barley got too much, again, tearing things apart, stealing things. I was trying to send an important email, I am making mistakes because I am racing around after him (and the only thing that gets him away from any object he has stolen or ripped apart is food, then you have to put it out of his reach, so the house is just getting more and more bare). So I put Barley into his crate downstairs with me and he creates merry hell. Crying, trying to get out. It gets too much.
Put him upstairs with OH in crate up there, and all is quiet.
OH is worried because he can't always work from home and thinks I will murder the dog.
And yes I resent him (the dog, no OH) because this sucks. I have been through so much for him, huge amount of effort and sleep deprivation and worry, sacrificed and compromised and paid out a fortune. And he just wants my OH.
We met other people with pups about Barley's age. Totally different. Calmer. And Barley just growls at them. But the owners are having a far different life than we are. Calmer, better, more enjoyable (hate them. Lol. Joke I think).
I have always loved animals to total distraction, cry over them getting hurt, can't watch movies with them getting hurt. Animal activist.
Now I just feel like a total failure. Because I can't entirely love a dog that is a little s**t and is basically ruining my life.
Rant over.
Sorry.
I can't see any solutions at all to this.