Pupdate #6: My Dog Ate My Workouts
I went to the gym this afternoon, the first time since getting Winston. I had a really great workout and it was nice to feel the burn again. As you can tell from the photo above, I keep detailed records of my workouts to track my progress.
After our shows tonight, I decided to go out for a drink. We went to a bar on Bloor West called Disgraceland, a favourite hang of mine that has great beer and killer late-night eats. I had a grilled peanut butter and banana sandwich and the Beans & Weans, a hot dog with baked beans on it. The food was great, the beer was great, the company was great.
When I got home, my workouts were on the table, but had clearly been chewed up. One of the pages was on the floor with a chunk torn out of it. My favourite sunglasses with yellow lenses were destroyed. It's frustrating, but I guess this is the price of dog ownership. I'm concerned that I cannot afford to leave anything out if I leave the house. He'll get into it and tear it apart. People are going to comment about crate training Winston and it seems like that might be something I have to do. Unfortunately, I can't afford to buy a crate right now.
I'm still having a bit of trouble on the night walk, but I'm doing a lot of research. I can't yet understand what Winston is trying to communicate to me. Maybe he's just pissed off that I left him alone for five hours, but it's something he's going to have to adapt to since no one's schedule allows for them to be home all the time.
Status: I love having him around, but I'm still doubtful that I'm the right parent for him.