Thank you to everyone who read yesterday's post. So many of you reached out via the comment section on my blog as well as personal email - and it means so so much to me. I appreciate every suggestion, personal story, "good luck" and "keep us posted".
As promised, I'm back with some happier and lighter content today.
I don't know if I believe in divine intervention, but I feel like someone from above was watching over me yesterday and threw me a bone {no pun intended}.
I came home to walk Emory during lunch and after our walk and a quick play session had to head back to work... this is typically the second worst part of my day {second only to leaving her in the morning}. The crying, howling, cage banging ensued and I had to will myself out the door.
Just as I was about to turn toward the elevator, I noticed our new neighbors standing by their door. I thought this would be a perfect opportunity to introduce myself and apologize for Emory's incessant noise making throughout the day. Here's a little recap of our conversation:
me: Hi, I'm Lara. I live next door and I'm not sure if you can hear our dog all day long, but if you can, I'm sorry. We just adopted her a couple months ago and it seems like she has some pretty serious separation anxiety. We're working on it.
neighbor: Yep, we can hear it all day long. It's ok.
me: All day?
neighbor: Pretty much.. from like 10am on..
me: Yeaaah. I leave at 10am. Sorry.
neighbor: It's okay. We actually really love dogs, and work from home, and we miss our dogs.. We'd love to watch her sometimes while you're at work if you want.
me: Really? I mean... I couldn't ask you to do that...
neighbor: No, really. We'd love to.
lapse in time - 20 seconds... a slight pause to consider this amazing offer.
me: okay sounds good! Are you around today? Let's go meet her.
lapse in time - 5 minutes... introductions, oohing and awing over Emory.
Emory gets dropped at neighbors {who I literally just met} with toys and a leash {which they reminded me they might need...} and I give them complete and full access to my apartment.
me: 100 thank you's via text.
During the afternoon I got a few text/picture updates from new neighborfriends who told me Emory was happy/napping/content and then they said "we want your dog. jk, but seriously" which brought the biggest smile to my face and confirmed the fact that she is the best dog and just hates being alone.
While this is not a permanent solution, it is a really wonderful temporary one that seems to have fallen right in front of me when I was this close to having a bit of a breakdown {even though I was trying my very hardest not to}.
We still have a trainer coming next week and hopefully can work towards a calm Emory, who is happy and confident enough to be alone. But having one blissful afternoon where I did not have an image of Emory melting down in the back of my head all day was glorious.
Thank you neighborfriends, for saving me.
My mom is a funny lady and thought this whole situation was a bit "too good to be true". Our conversation went something like this:
me: Insert entire above story
mom: That's weird. are they normal?
me: Yeah, they seemed normal enough. She's a nurse and works nights.. he's.... something where he works from home. I didn't catch that in the 4 minutes it took me to hand over my dog and access to my apartment.
mom: Remind me to move closer when you have kids.
Desperate times call for desperate measures peeps.
Thank you again for your love and advice and HAPPY WEEKEND. I will continue to post updates about Emory and her progress.
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