- Prada is already starting to expect to come with me everywhere, and throws a hissyfit if I try to leave her behind. My neighbors are not amused.
- It's starting to get cold, and while my boss is very cool about Prada coming into the building every once in a while for a bit, she cannot be inside with me all day. She spends most of the day sleeping in the car, bundled in her warm bed, with a blanket and in her sweater or fleece coat. But I worry.
- She's starting to get a little tubby from all the treats my coworkers are sneaking her.
- She is getting a lot of great socialization with a lot of different people.
- We've been able to practice walking on "slippery" surfaces out in the warehouse--and we're starting to make a bit of progress. (Woohoo! She'll go a few feet at a time toward me!)
- I can cuddle her anytime I like, making the work days seem a lot shorter.
So. I'm on the fence about whether I'm happy with the circumstances or not. Regardless, there's nothing I can do about it, unless I win a million dollars and can afford to take her to doggy day care every day until the construction is done. So I deal. Because that's what you do.
I'm going to be out of town for most of next week, and my folks will be pet-sitting for me. Hopefully, the week will act as a "reset" for the bad habits Prada has picked up, and if I'm very lucky, the construction will be done by the time I return. Then I can start retraining Prada to remain behind calmly.
We'll figure it out, and we'll make it work.
That's what family does.