My regularly scheduled post has been interuppted to bring you this hissy fit meltdown
I picked my sick puppy up from the vet today. He was so stressed over boarding while we were in Lubbock that he is having terrible diarrhea. Since it's just stress, the only cure is time and love and reassurances that he isn't going to be abandoned (we rescued him from an abandonment type situation). Between the door, picking up his medicine, and checking out, he had two really big accidents.
I know this is gross. But we are at a vet office/pet store and I assume people can figure out that my poor sick puppy cannot help this. I also cleaned it all up just like any other responsible pet owner would do, regardless of the fact that it was so sick I wanted to puke. As I'm checking out, we hit accident #2 and the check out person offers to hold the leash while I go get more cleaning supplies. Chiefey was stressed when I walked away and whined and pulled but I came right back and he was fine.
Once the floor was clean and I had Chief's leash back, he was done knowing the check out boy. He didn't want to play and he cowered and whined when the guy tryed to get him to play. He barked once, but was not acting in any way aggressive - tail between the legs, trying to hide behind me, whimpering. I was just trying to get him home. And the guy follows me outside to tell me my dog isn't well behaved and needs training. So I once again, very nicely explained that my dogs are both in training, but that Chief is very sick (if he can't start keeping water down he'll have to be ived) and he is very stressed, and that he is only a puppy. Apparently that's some kind of code for "judge me more" because he saw I have a pinch collar in my purse and suddenly I'm a big bad puppy abuser. We discussed the decision to use a pinch collar with our trainer and our vet, who both recommend it on a dog his size. I wasn't aware that we needed to ask the cash register boy at the pet store as well. Basically I went the polite route and said "Thanks, but we trust our trainer and our vet". And walked away.
Moment of honesty: I feel like going back to that store and screaming my head off at this judgy little checker who thinks he knows so much about dogs. I am a good puppy mommy! So between the half hour spent cleaning poop off the floor at the pet store and the judgment from the completely unqualified checker on my puppy parenting, I'm in a foul mood. No books tonight.