Day Two Hundred and Thirty Five: Learning to let go

I am finally relaxing the reins on my puppy.

So, to me, having a puppy is like having a baby. Ecco is the love of my life, I am obsessed with keeping him safe and healthy. So much so that I don’t like to let him out of my sight.

I always feel bad when I have to lock him in the room and leave him to go to work or whatever. Until this week, every time I’ve had to work during the day, I’ve put Ecco in Doggie Day camp so that he wasn’t alone all day. This week, however, on Monday, I left him home, alone, for six full hours. Six hours is a lot for me.

And when I came home, he kissed me and loved me and was just fine.

So, I’m learning to let go and leave him alone for a little longer. This is akin to parents dropping their kids off at school for the first time. I know he’ll be okay, but my mind can’t help but imagine all the horrible things that will happen when I’m away. What if the apartment burns down? What if a drug cartel breaks in? What if he chokes on something (impossible because I won’t leave any of his bones with him unless I can supervise him.)

It’s nice, because now I won’t feel so bad about leaving him alone. He’s a big boy and he knows his mommy loves him. That’s all that matters.

Challenge to my Readers:

It’s hard to give up control. But sometimes it can be a good thing.