It has been months since I helped at doggy daycare. I (and Storm) stopped when Storm’s paw issues started. Even with four paws she would slide all over the floor there, so I knew I could no longer bring her when she only had three paws. But after Storm’s death I intentionally avoided it. I believe the power of puppies and that it might make me feel better but there were just too many memories there of her. That was HER place. She loved it there; once she knew where we were going she would go crazy. Even blocks away she would start to whine with excitement. One of the things I wanted to do with Storm before I put her down was to give her one last play at the daycare but that never happened. 😦
I know I need to socialize Benelli while he is young but I don’t get out much. Winter and cold bring pain for me. But after constantly telling myself and other people that I needed to bring him there, I finally took him on Friday. I was nervous hours before going in and had a cry session knowing Storm wasn’t coming with me. But Benelli and I finally made it.
He was terrified. I wanted to ease him into it so I placed him stay in the small dog section (which only had two dogs) for the first 30 minutes. He was not a happy camper and screamed (seriously, he was loud) at me the whole time. I then brought him out where I was in the big/regular section. He cried the whole time and clung to my leg. I laughed and would tell him that he is fine. After 30 minutes in the big/regular area I knew he had enough for the first time and brought him home.