The Long and Winding Road

I try to avoid confrontation/conflict, as best as I can anyhow. Somehow though, it’s like people can sense that I feel very deeply even when I try my hardest to hide it. So my emotions get preyed on, like with this puppy. He’s 7 weeks old, has virtually been ignored from birth by his people and they’re bringing him to me. My American puppy, that a coworker told me I’m getting, without even asking if I wanted him. I feel steamrolled, but at the same time I feel I’m saving his little puppy life. I’ve found him a name (a proper Yorkshire name), I’ve found him possibilities in a new home. My job isn’t the type where I think it’s fair for him to be cooped up the majority of the time, nor is it one where I could stop as often as he needed at this stage in his life. Just because he is a small breed doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve proper training. I meet him Sunday, then he goes to his new home that I have chosen. What this entire situation has shown me is that some seem to have good intentions, but they’re just that, intentions. It’s not something they’re likely to put into practice. I’ve already been through too much of giving an inch and then having a mile taken from me.