Having a rough time, and just looking for commiseration (I am already taking action as far as support/training goes). We attempted to have some friends over for dinner for the first time in 2 years and the first time in Oona's life.
She had already had several successful indoor visits with other adult guests, and several pretty good outdoor visits with these friends, including walks and yard visits with their baby over the last year and a half, we thought we would try having them over to begin the transition to social life again. Their baby is now a toddler and so cute and interested in Oona! Oona is also very interested in him, but it's not gentle or benign enough, since she is not sure WHAT he is or WHY he moves or sounds like that.
Nothing terrible happened, but Oona clearly was not able to relax in or out of her crate. When she was out she was leashed but she watched him intently and mobbed him with licking and sniffing, which he first liked but quickly was too much. Being pulled away made her even more obsessed; she barked, yelped, whined, panted, growlmoanyodeled and lunged both on leash and in her crate. I could not relax to chat, could barely eat, and my husband was pissed off that Oona essentially ruined his first chance to see humans in months, and our first, momentous attempt to host our friends at the home we moved into in 2020. I should have just excused myself and brought her upstairs with me as soon as I realized it wasn't going well.
Afterwards we bickered; I know he is less invested in the dog than I am, and he implied that if it came down to having to choose being able to have friends over or having a dog, he would choose friends. (I know rationally that is a false choice since we are fine with adult guests and have lots of things yet to try). Still, I felt immense crushing pressure to "fix" this on my own or lose Oona. I have been unable to sleep and have been despairing all day (in between writing emails to trainers and online dog friends and downloading reactivity exercises)
I know there is a lot we can do to help, and even if she can't ever be around kids in close quarters, we can work on ways to manage her without losing our friends (like helping her learn to be in a separate room as a back up when kids are over - her crate is the only location it fits in our house and it's very central/public). And like, we can visit them without her, and they can visit us sans kid with a babysitter. So I probably don't need to catastrophize. But like - my kid has never had a friend over. Will I ever be able to relax while she has a friend over or will I be running around diverting the dog's attention?
The combination of trying to begin the transition into some kind of pandemic equilibrium, with all the worry and ambivalence that entails, with a nervy pandemic puppy whose indoor social experiences have been severely limited, while trying not to panic about ... geopolitical catastrophe... Well. It's a lot. Yet, it also feels utterly trivial in this moment.
Am I misplacing some of my anxiety about the apocalypse onto my dog? Mayyybbeee
Seeking positive support (Trust me, I have ruminated enough on the worst case scenarios)
She had already had several successful indoor visits with other adult guests, and several pretty good outdoor visits with these friends, including walks and yard visits with their baby over the last year and a half, we thought we would try having them over to begin the transition to social life again. Their baby is now a toddler and so cute and interested in Oona! Oona is also very interested in him, but it's not gentle or benign enough, since she is not sure WHAT he is or WHY he moves or sounds like that.
Nothing terrible happened, but Oona clearly was not able to relax in or out of her crate. When she was out she was leashed but she watched him intently and mobbed him with licking and sniffing, which he first liked but quickly was too much. Being pulled away made her even more obsessed; she barked, yelped, whined, panted, growlmoanyodeled and lunged both on leash and in her crate. I could not relax to chat, could barely eat, and my husband was pissed off that Oona essentially ruined his first chance to see humans in months, and our first, momentous attempt to host our friends at the home we moved into in 2020. I should have just excused myself and brought her upstairs with me as soon as I realized it wasn't going well.
Afterwards we bickered; I know he is less invested in the dog than I am, and he implied that if it came down to having to choose being able to have friends over or having a dog, he would choose friends. (I know rationally that is a false choice since we are fine with adult guests and have lots of things yet to try). Still, I felt immense crushing pressure to "fix" this on my own or lose Oona. I have been unable to sleep and have been despairing all day (in between writing emails to trainers and online dog friends and downloading reactivity exercises)
I know there is a lot we can do to help, and even if she can't ever be around kids in close quarters, we can work on ways to manage her without losing our friends (like helping her learn to be in a separate room as a back up when kids are over - her crate is the only location it fits in our house and it's very central/public). And like, we can visit them without her, and they can visit us sans kid with a babysitter. So I probably don't need to catastrophize. But like - my kid has never had a friend over. Will I ever be able to relax while she has a friend over or will I be running around diverting the dog's attention?
The combination of trying to begin the transition into some kind of pandemic equilibrium, with all the worry and ambivalence that entails, with a nervy pandemic puppy whose indoor social experiences have been severely limited, while trying not to panic about ... geopolitical catastrophe... Well. It's a lot. Yet, it also feels utterly trivial in this moment.
Am I misplacing some of my anxiety about the apocalypse onto my dog? Mayyybbeee
Seeking positive support (Trust me, I have ruminated enough on the worst case scenarios)