May 26 2009
So be it!
Sometimes life is about compromise, other times it’s just about letting things sort out on their own. Wow, ok, that’s a little deep — but today I find myself being reminded that I can’t control everything – or even anything for that matter. The past couple of weeks I’ve had the pleasure, and the challenge, of introducing a puppy into my household. A cute – 1 year old Chihuahua mix puppy who is so sweet and really just wants to cuddle (and run around and play and eat my shoes, and pull the toilet paper off the roll — oh wait, focus! He’s so sweet 
). It shouldn’t be daunting, I mean it’s just a puppy right? Well, here’s what you may not know: I have a roommate and he has a dog – a big dog — a 70ish pound dog — a boxer. I think she’s a pussy cat, my roommate thinks she’s a “killer”. Ok, this could be a minor issue.
So when I bring Corky home, my roommate agrees that he’ll keep an open mind and will work with me on introducing Corky to Lacey. Surprise! Lacey isn’t hungry and Corky is allowed to live! Happy times because that makes my life SO much easier!
So now we’re in week 2, Corky is no longer scared — actually he’s starting to display true “puppy” like behavior. He wants to play — Lacey, well she probably just really wants him to take a nap. I, on the other hand, get a little stressed trying to make sure that my roommate is ok with the situation – that Corky stays off of Lacey’s bed (because I mean seriously, why should I expect him to stay on his measly twin-sized doggie bed when there’s a king-sized doggie bed to lounge on across the living room floor?), that Lacey has her space, that my roommate doesn’t feel that his life has been imposed upon by my stubborn need to have a new puppy enter the house.
So, now we’re in week 3. Lacey has just come home from vacationing at his grandma’s house for the long weekend. Corky has had his run of the house. Roommate is home — and my stress level is rising - new rule: he’d feel more comfortable if Corky stayed off the couch. Ok, to be honest, I’d feel more comfortable is Lacey didn’t poop on the balcony — BUT there are things I just can’t control.
So I went walking this morning to process everything and I’ve come to a decision. I’m going to just let things be. If Corky jumps on the couch as part of his marathon course to strategically steal Lacey’s bone (the one she’s actually gnawing on at that moment), then so be it. If Lacey decides that Corky has overstepped his boundaries and she decides to swat at him, so be it. If my roommate is upset with me because I can’t keep the dogs peacefully co-existing 105% of the time, so be it. In the meantime — it’s a beautiful morning. I’m going to go outside, move Lacey’s poop to the other side of the balcony (actually just outside his door, hehehe) sit at the table, under the umbrella and drink my coffee.
