Morning # 2, in Flame. Last night was much much much better. My obsessive search for dog beds paid off. Before I talk about the payoff, lemme tell you about my obsessive search and another demonstration of a brain on stress. As I mentioned yesterday, the dogs did not have a fun first night and therefore we did not have a fun first night either… Determined to create some comfort for dogs, I went seeking beds that wouldn’t take up the entire tiny floor space yet would create the right amount of comfort for our furry children. Petsmart had a pair in lovely burnt orange – both weather proof and equipped with carrying handles! Score! That is until my baby Tigger settled in to one as I drove around town and I noticed the far from tranquil sound that the “weather proof” cover created. Tramping through a pile of Christmas wrapping paper was the fine melody. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, you might say.
Here’s where the stress response kicks in. Seemingly out of time to get to yet another dog supply store, I begin to obsess, the thoughts making hopeless circles in my already taxed mind. Did I already remove the tag? Should I return it? Will it be ok? But I like the orange material. What if we put the “fleece” pads over it? Will that work? What will David think? Will they take it back tomorrow? Over and over these considerations rounded the corners of my brain with no solution in site. In conversations with multiple friends, this was the only thing I could express. The dog beds… what do I do about the dog beds. I began to panic – a Niagara falls of tears dangerously close to the surface. I knew fatigue was setting in as well bringing its own gifts to my stress cycle. I was going under.
15 May, 2012 / 1 Comment