Anxiety and Dog CPR

Anxiety and Dog CPR: What My Brain Thinks When I’m Not Looking

I want to adopt a rescue corgi after I get settled in my new place. I’ve done tons of research into the breed, how to care for a dog, local resources to help me (grooming, dog sitter, etc), and even constructed an Amazon wishlist with every item I could possibly need for welcoming a dog into my home down to doggie toothbrushes. This would all be a great, exciting adventure for me, if not for the fact my anxiety is going into overdrive and I am terrified I will be turned down for the adoption.

While researching rescue dogs I came across several articles, notably this one, about how rescues are becoming incredibly picky about who they adopt to. It’s gotten to the point where perfectly fine adoptees are being turned down for poor reasons. My brain latched onto this and simply will not let it go. After all, I will be living alone and working 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. The dog will be left alone, even though I can come home during lunch, and my weekends are free for doggo time. Not to mention that dogs do not need 24 hour stimulation and have to sleep and tend enjoy some time to amuse themselves.

I read through the application for the local corgi rescue and saw all of the holes a rescuer could poke in it. It asks where the dog will sleep. I don’t plan on crating, I don’t see the need as I will be getting the dog training, and I assumed the dog would sleep in my bed. But what if crating is the rescue’s preferred sleeping area for dogs. I also don’t have a fenced in backyard, and while I plan to get a playpen for the dog to romp around under supervision and go to off-leash dog parks, I don’t know if that’s an adequate substitute.

My anxiety kept building and building to the point where I became convinced I had to take a dog CPR and first aid class. I might not have a fence, I might be gone 40 hours a week, but if I knew how to give mouth-to-mouth to a dog, there’s no way a rescue could turn me down, right? RIGHT?!

The worst part is I know I’m being irrational, but I can’t stop thinking this is the golden ticket to dog ownership. In the end, I want to take the damn class just so I can calm down. However, I have a sneaking suspicion the all-day course is not going to lead me to some new level of peace, but rather refocus my nervous energy on something else. In a landscape where everything is constantly shifting, completely nonsensical panic, it doesn’t seem like anything I do will be adequate to assure myself I have a great shot at getting a rescue dog.

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