My day started with saying hello to Grannystein. She was leaving this morning at the same time I was leaving. Let me tell you, a 60-ish year old woman should not be wearing what she had on. She was wearing black clam digger style pants with at least 4 inche wedge shoes. Those shoes were so high she looked like she was standing on her tippey toe. She had on a top that was so low cut she was holding it together while she walked and her makeup looked like she had raided the makeup bag of Mimi from the Drew Carey Show. Maybe that is what 60-ish year old men find attractive. Since I am neither 60 or a male, I was not impressed.
Today was my first day back in the office and although I did miss the interactions with everyone, I didn't miss the chaos and tension that always appears throughout the day. I also thought a lot about Abbie throughtout the day.
Since her sister passed away, she has been reverting back to some old (and bad) habits. She does not like to be left alone. If we don't give her a treat or something to occupy her while we leave the house, she howls nonstop. It is so loud you can hear it in the parking lot. So, we started giving her a treat before we leave.
Since she has epilepsy we can't leave her out because we don't want her to hurt herself should she have a seizure while we are not home. So, we give her the treat in her crate. Unfortunately, she has started going to the bathroom in her crate. I think it is a combination of her getting out of her routine since we have both been at home so much and the fact that she does not like being alone. She has never had to sleep or be by herself - ever. She always had a sister to cuddle and keep her occupied. All I know is that I am tired of cleaning her crate and washing her bedding every day; so, hopefully, one day at a time we can slowly get her back to her old routine.
Tomorrow is a new day and another chance to get her one step closer to changing her bad habits.