Last week, a coworker told me about the boxer mix he’s fostering. Chloe is just like Denim. Dog friendly, sweet, high energy boxer mix who can’t be tired out. Since we’re looking into getting another dog, the coworker suggested we take Chloe for the weekend while he and his wife were going out of town. I checked with Grant and he agreed.
Guys, I’m so tired.
They played for two days straight. They played so much that I actually had to crate Chloe for an hour in the middle of the afternoon just so that Denim could get some much-needed rest. (She was giving me the “I just want a snuggle, The Lady” look.) By day two, they were taking a ten minute break once an hour or so. (Except for the 45 minutes Denim literally hid under a blanket on my lap so that she could have some peace.) Of course, the whole time they sounded like two velociraptors trying to murder each other and maybe some children in the Jurassic Park kitchen. #90sreference #millennialsftw
In the end, it was decided that Chloe will not be the newest member of our home for a few reasons.
- She has way more energy than Denim. As of Tuesday, she’s back to normal. Denim is still sleeping.
- I can’t teach impulse control basics to two adolescent dogs at the same time. I just can’t. My sanity can’t take it.
- Chloe peed on the new couch and Grant was the one who saw her doing it. So by 90 minutes into our experiment, Chloe was a no-go, I was in trouble, and both dogs were banned from the furniture for the weekend.
- I think I want to foster again….
Also, on May fifth, Denim lost her bastard status.