I’ll probably have a section for my dog blogs strictly for Jameson ( my dog ) in the near future because he’s really ‘effin cute and funny and he teaches me more about life than I ever thought a dog could. SOOO. WELCOME & enjoy! Grab some lemon water or wine or whatever works and hang with us ( kind of ). If you have a dog you can totally relate and if not you needed one like.. yesterday.
I went to my boyfriend’s family’s home in Maine this weekend and it was perfect. Literally. It was almost 70 degrees and Thanksgiving is this week so that was wild. Christmas is like tomorrow? But from the weather to the food to the company.. absolutely perfect weekend away. If you haven’t been to a New England summer spot during the fall, I highly recommend you go. THE.BEAUTIFULNESS.IS.REAL.
Quick side note if you are going to read my blogs – I was never good at geography. Like, ever. I have no idea why. Science classes? Sure thing. Anything but geography. Honest to God you could stick me in Rome and I’d think I’m in like California. We all have our flaws, no? So Bill told me that New England was only half of Maine to mess with my horrible geography-lacking skills. I believed him for a good ten minutes. And here we are. ( This isn’t a travel blog, don’t worry. I’ll find my location on Insta or something if I travel so you know I’m actually somewhere cool and can get the correct deets. )
So Maine is New England and you should go in the fall.
OK SO best part about the weekend, I brought my pup. He’s a 2 year old golden retriever and my life, basically.
Now – bringing your dog to someone else’s home for a weekend can be stressful. I’m verrrrry lucky that my boyfriend’s family is so chill with it. They love him and completely accept him as their own, which makes it so easy for me. But he’s still a puppy so he goes like bat-shit crazy sometimes for no reason at all. If you have a dog or grew up with one you know what I mean.. the random sprinting around the couch at 6pm for an hour and a half scratching the floors and knocking shit over. Or the scratching of the doors to get into a room like a psycho maniac. WTF is that? Or like, coming in hot jumping onto the couch with wet paws.
My dog is trained – I swear. Like I said, he just goes bat-shit sometimes.
LUCKILY he was totally fine. So proud of the little bugger!
We got to Maine on Friday afternoon and he was really reallllly excited at first, then went into complete panic mode for the night and wouldn’t leave my side. Normally at home he will just wander and sleep and do his own thing. He definitely felt off for a bit before he got comfortable. That made me feel bad, obviously.
Saturday we had plans to all go to dinner. Jameson was going to be home alone for the couple of hours we were gone, and he’s never been crated. I got a baby gate, put it on my boyfriend’s door, ( way harder than it looks to get those things to stay ) and gave him a bone to eat while we were gone.
Sounds simple right?
I had to have Bill put the gate up and say bye to Jameson for me. NO LIE. I couldn’t say bye to my dog because I was actually teary eyed leaving him there. I KNOW. IT’S A DOG. HE IS FINE ALONE. But I have never left him alone before. He is always with me, my parents, or my parent’s dog. And for the first time ever I had to leave him alone for a couple hours stuck ( exaggerated, but that’s how I felt ) in a room.
He started to bark that like whiny sad bark and it was game over for me.
It felt like I was dropping my child off at school for the first time and I don’t even have kids so I don’t even know how that actually feels.
As insane as it may sound, it was one of the hardest things that I’ve done in my life so far. It completely tore my heart apart to leave him alone.. like holy fuck I am the worst dog mom ever type of feeling.
Good news – I’m not the worst dog mom ever and I’ve never seen him so excited to see me than that night when I got home. And if you have a dog you know the exact feeling. It’s like they can NOT believe that you are home and came back for them. It’s clearly crazy stupid hard to leave your babe alone especially when they’re not feeling it at all but the end result is an incredible feeling. Like, you both made it out alive and can go nuts about being home. It’s a legit dance party in the kitchen.
I’ve heard a lot of people talk about dogs ‘ruining’ their date nights because they feel bad leaving them alone. I used to laugh about it. Now I’m like YUP I feel you. Buuuuut.. I’d never ever ever want that. So I kind of just forced myself ( & him ) through it. Talk about growing up, huh?
So dinner was awesome, we’re both still breathing, and now I know I can leave him alone so BA can still wine and dine me.
If you take ANYTHING from this post, take the dinner date.
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