Tales of a Dachshund: You Can Do Hard Things
When it comes to dog parenthood, you get the opportunity to tackle a lot of hard things. Most of the struggles I had with Phoebe occurred when she was a puppy but occasionally (usually in the midst of transition) we have to work through some bumps in the road.
Well...this past Sunday at midnight was another one of those hurdles.
We recently moved from a one bedroom apartment to a house that I share with two other people and 3 other animals. It was a big transition for all of us! But it is financially beneficial and I think Phoebe will really like the other animal companions.
For the first week, Phoebe and I moved in with the other animals while my co-worker and her boyfriend were on vacation (the other two roommates). The first day was a challenge and the whole week Phoebe was trying to heal from an inflamed intestine. But for the most part, the house was free range for all animals.
A week later, my roommates returned and Phoebe was thrown into another transition that she was not too happy about. Closed doors. As soon as everybody settled down, my roommates and their animals happily went into their room and that door was shut. I took her into our room and shut our door. She was not having it. She banged on the door and sent out soft whines to tell me she wanted to get out. So, I barricaded the door with blankets and pillows. Nope. She climbed up them.
I was tired. She was tired and annoyed. And to be honest, all I wanted to do was scoop her up and take her to my parent's house to dodge the whole problem altogether. But then I realized I'd have to face this challenge at some point and it might as well be now.
I sat parallel to the door with a blanket on my legs. She instantly climbed on top of my lap and whined at the door. I picked her up, put her on the floor to my right and then sat quietly. She turned right around, hopped into my lap and whined at the door. I picked her up, put her on the floor and we repeated this at least 20 times.
I knew one of us would break and I was really hoping it wasn't going to be me. She got confused at one point and started banging on the closet door to get out. I opened it up and she scurried over to the door to the hallway. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
And then finally, when I thought we were about to repeat the process for the millionth time, she flopped down on my legs and went to sleep. It worked. Holy smokes it worked!
Even when I got up to get into bed, she stayed. She stayed in her little curled up ball. A few hours later, I noticed that she joined me in bed like old times. And yesterday night, we had no issues. She promptly hopped into bed and went to sleep.
Transitions are hard. Dogs aren't always super resilient and sometimes you have to tackle the hard things together at 1 o'clock in the morning when the circumstances aren't ideal. The hard things don't last forever when you fight for the good stuff.