For ten minutes, I took my eyes off of Toby the Poodle so I could get ready to go out to dinner.
First of all, he is not a puppy and in fact is a recent graduate from Therapy Dog School.
Secondly, he is well fed and gets plenty of off-leash and on-leash exercise everyday.
Nonetheless, after getting ready I found my expensive winter coat splayed out on the living room floor as if it was the victim of a violent attack.
Upon closer examination, it became evident that Toby chewed his way through one of the pockets in order to help himself to some leftover training treats from our morning hike.
Sure, I was mad because it will take some of my mom’s near professional sewing skills to mend my coat.
However, I didn’t get fully in touch with my dog parent anger until I went looking for my house keys which usually reside in the very pocket that Toby had just eaten.
With my ride waiting outside, I frantically looked for my keys.
I thought, “Did he eat them? Did I drop them? Oh no, he could have eaten them!”
Suddenly, with a shake of my beaten up coat, I found my keys deep in the lining thanks to Toby’s handy work.
I left in a huff and firmly closed the door.
I annoyingly vented to my dinner companions in the car that I give all I have to this dog yet he has a thing for mischief.
I do numerous things to promote his physical and mental well-being just as I do with Bella and DiDi yet Toby still pulls shenanigans such as getting into the trash.
Fed up, I just kept posing questions. My mood was made worse each time by habit, I put my hand in the shredded pocket.
Then someone in the group said, “You can’t be mad at him. He is a sweet dog.”
I felt guilty because I firmly believe that dogs act out of turn because their humans aren’t giving them what they need.
I became quiet and ran through the checklist of things that Toby needs.
I still came up empty as to why he can be quite the mischief-maker.
However, I allowed myself to be mad at the situation.
While I certainly don’t recommend being mad on a regular basis, I do think society on the whole stuffs anger away in fear of where it could bring us.
This is especially true when innocent beings such as animals and children are the very reason why one is angry.
Feel upset and getting my frustration out helped my anger pass in a heathy way.
One working pocket has sufficed over the past few days.
The torn up fabric in the other serves as a good reminder to get in touch with my needs and those of my four-legged family
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