I did not participate in any Black Friday sales. I hate those kind of frantic crowds and I can't fathom getting up early just to go shopping in the dark and cold. I think it's crazy. But, more so, we also don't have a dime to spend, so I'm certainly not about to get up in the dark and cold and head into the crazy crowds to window shop.
Instead, I've spent today with my son, trying to finish as much unpacking and organizing as possible since tomorrow is B-Day. Buster Day. Busto Destructo comes home tomorrow and so we need to clear out boxes (he might eat through them, pee on them, who knows what else) and move the table and chairs from the kitchen into the dining room (finally - haven't had a table in there yet) so we can put his crate in the kitchen. Took Nate to the pet shop to buy a couple of new collars and a new leash for Buster (as I said, Busto Destructo), a new bed for Oreo (she sleeps in our room), and some stuff to clean off his crate before we bring it in the house.
I've been dreading this day since Nate was born. I am eternally grateful to my in-laws for dogsitting Buster for us for the past six months so we could let Nate get a little bigger and, as it turns out, let us move into a bigger, better place.
This whole household is in for a rude awakening tomorrow. Oreo will not be pleased to see Buster. The hubby will not enjoy having to get up early every day (no more taking turns sleeping in) because one of us will have to get up with Nate and one of us will have to take Buster for a walk. Buster will be in for the rudest awakening because he doesn't realize tomorrow starts Buster Boot Camp. There will be no excessive barking, no peeing in his crate, no destroying of personal property, no jumping on furniture, no jumping, period. He will learn to walk nicely on a leash. He will not have free reign of any area in the house and he will certainly NOT be allowed to freely roam the floor near Nate. Buster has a ways to go before he will have proven himself to me.
I'm exhausted just thinking about this. Buster's only a year old, so I know he has growing up to do, but hopefully we can at least manage some behavior modification. I hope beyond hope that six months from now I'm re-reading this and thinking, "Wow, I was so worried. But all that Buster Boot Camp work we did was great and now he's a much better dog."And I hope I'm not laughing about having that hope.