What is your worst nightmare as a pet parent?
Some might say “coming home and finding my plants all chewed up”, or having to “wake up in the wee hours to attend to my woofer’s whining”, to “scooping up pee-poop”, and of course, “losing my pupper”.
For me, I experienced ALL of the above — well, luckily I was able to dodge that last bit before it was too late.
I consulted with veterinarians, dog trainers, and fellow pet parents who addressed each of my complaints with logic. If I’m guessing right, you might be thinking about the exact same things we all assumed back then.
My Goldie was just: Feeling lonely and begging for attention At that playful, slightly mischievous phase Having an allergic reaction because of something she ate
And so I tried giving my woofer more ‘me-time’ — When she’d whimper at night, I’d let her sleep (tossing and turning, I might add) in my bed. To prevent her from digging through the garden and chewing on the plants, I’d take her to the park more often to play. I gave her allergy medicine. But nothing worked. In fact, things got even worse. My furball went from energetic and alert to lethargic. Her poop would be dark with streaks of blood one day to diarrhea the next. My glorious Golden Retriever lost her luster. Can you imagine? I felt completely clueless, helpless and yes, heartbroken. It was only after I took a step back from all those emotions was I able to dig deeper to find out what was really going on. I had a nagging feeling I was missing something – and that things can take a more serious turn if I didn’t act fast.