Thursday was a light-bulb moment. Waldo is not housebroken yet. (Still just 3.5 months old.) So Mama only takes him places she feels comfortable taking him. Such as, she takes him to work, they adore him. So if a mistake happens, Mama just cleans it up. Walmart is fine too. I carry things with me in our puppy backpack. I can clean it up. Petsmart is obviously fine. However,Thursday -- Mama took one of her boys for a psych evaluation. We are switching some of the doctor care to a different location. Ease of distance. More hands on deck so quicker appointments. Those kinds of things. Waldo stayed home. It didn't feel right to take him. He doesn't have patches on his vest yet. So to "normal eyes" he is just my pet, not my life line. Plus, not fully housebroken.
The appointment was brutal. Boy showed some of his mean streak. He was rude. He couldn't sit still. He was angry and argumentative. He didn't like being called out on some of his issues. Mama did her best to remain calm. Not make it worse. Bite my tongue. That is not always easy. Especially that day.
When the appointment was over, we headed back to the truck.
One of Mama's goto's that start with an anxiety attack coming on, is hair pulling, something Waldo is actually being trained to interrupt, so it doesn't get to bad. Waldo was not there. He was at home waiting for his Mama. I really needed him at that moment. At that moment I also realized just how vital he is to me. I did manage to calm down. We made a pit stop on the way home to pick up dinner. I needed time with Waldo. Truly needed that.
Waldo has also woken me from nightmares, and comforted me back to sleep. Endured me screaming in my sleep and again, reassured me and I would fall back asleep. He is such a blessing and he is so young.
Thank you Waldo for being my lifeline.
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