worry wrong

i worry about all kinds of shit. i toss rocks and then try to anticipate the exact ripples in the pond. my mind is spinning a thousand miles an hour, anticipating trouble and planning possible problem solutions.
i was worried about these two new guys coming in.
we take dogs sight unseen...never really sure what is coming til they actually get here.

keats i thought was a female collie cross and at the last minute i heard he was a male shep cross. i knew he was shy and had bad skin and was left to rot out in the back yard.
anyway..i was worried he would be an asshole which he most definately is not but i wasn't worried about getting him to come into the house nor his actual penchant for laying in corners on hard uncomfortable rocks. back yard dogs usually do crave comfort and human company. since he wouldn't come in i set up the porch with rubber matting and several really comfy beds. i have had a great deal of trouble keeping kassa, buddy, oreo and laddy off at least one of the beds for him...they LOVE that newly set up k9 cabanna! i finally made him come in to the porch where 2 of the nice beds are again available...(kassa has the third and is not giving it up!) he pushed the bed out of the way to lay on the plain rubber matt. grhhh..saints is about comfort and laying on rubber matts is not good enough, esp. not for new dogs! now i am worried he is not on a soft comfy bed and it is driving me freaking nutz!

and the other new old guy is a big (100 lb+) rotti/berner cross farm dog, whom we are now calling "harve" but his previous name was havoc..he came here on trazadone for severe shelter anxiety, plus someone named him havoc for a reason. so i was worried that he would be a pain in the ass, noisy and insist on the freedom of outside living..ie a typical pain in the ass and mule stubborn rotti dog.
harve is currently laying on the couch, learning to like caramel popcorn. the first few pieces he spit right out but with persistence he saddled his brave rotti pony, tried it, liked it and ate it all up. you can tell he is like me... a bit of a worry wart but caramel popcorn... does make things seem a bit better.

so the new dogs are here and i was obviously worrying about all the wrong things. now that they are here and in our care, all i need to worry about is ensuring they both find happy.

(and sleep on comfy beds!)