Now I have had my last chemotherapy treatment, and the first week afterwards has passed. I've been far too tired to train alone with Boyo this past week, but now I'm slowly starting to perk up – and we train further!
We had a of our day dogs here today, and when she went home, Boyo was very tired (as usual – he always runs out of friends here, even if they don't play). As a result of my completed chemotherapy treatment, I have decided to do a death cleanse here at home (absolutely insane when you have just finished and are actually very tired), which means that a number of garbage bags are thrown away every day. Today was no exception.
So I closed into Boyo in the bedroom, lying on his very own bed. He got to be there while I rummaged around with the bins from the kitchen, I opened the door and put them outside, closed – But, you know. Rumored about, quite simply.
Then I put me and rested a little (of course I said I'm tired after all the chemotherapy?), and thought a little. Boyo was weirdly quiet in there, and so I thought that now, bastards. Now it's going to be really deluxe training!
So I dressed on me, went out, took my trash and went to throw it away. That includes opening, close and lock the front door, rustling outside the door, step down the stairs, the gate that goes up down there, as well as steps on the asphalt outside in the yard.
Not a peep. Or yes, not that I heard, in all cases.
I was not away for so long. The garbage is thrown here on the street, so it only takes a few minutes. But still – I was outside the apartment, he was inside it.
In my world It's a huge win.
Now I know that people do things a little differently and want to get a little different response from their dogs when they come home after being away. I belong to those who do not want a hysterically happy dog. I don't need that confirmation – at all, actually. What I want is a calm dog that doesn't get hysterical. Hysterically happy dogs are stressed dogs, and that's no win at all in my eyes.
That's me entered, visited my ladies room to powder my nose, I opened the door to the bedroom and calmly entered. Boyo met me at the door, but I prefer him to stay in his bed and take it easy. He was allowed to go and lay down there again – and for those wondering, I totally sonic told him to go to bed. Being the German shepherd that he is, of course he did, got a candy and a good one – then he had to come out of the bedroom.
It's supposed to don't be weird, that thing of coming and going. That's where I want to get to, it is my goal.
And right now it definitely feels doable. I have a couple of weeks to practice this before putting it to the test for real. At the beginning of April, my radiation treatment begins, and it goes on for such a short time at the oncologist's office that he simply has to learn to be himself then.
So from and with now it will be daily solo training, so that he can manage to be late. Personally, I am most grateful to have found a way to help him with this, that actually works – for him. ♥