Marching to the beat of a different mandolin

I have a new foster puppy, Chipper. I picked him up on Saturday. He's teeny tiny, and very sweet. He's a lot like Ozzie, really. But he's his own dog, too. I'm being more disciplined about crate training than I was with Oz -- I was such a sucker for that dog's whines that I just never could keep him in there. But that ended up making life much more difficult, so with Chipper I'm being more firm about the crate at night. I've only had him two nights so far, though, and it hasn't been entirely smooth. The first night I thought he was all settled in, but then he'd wind up and bark again when I thought he was down for the night. I eventually came downstairs and slept on the couch next to the crate, and he was pretty chill then. Last night, I tried putting him in the crate and then hanging out downstairs for a while, long enough for him to chill, but he was anxious the whole time he was in there, and started barking a lot as soon as I went upstairs. I tried to let him "cry it out" but he was still barking after an hour, so I brought the crate upstairs this time. My bed is really high up, so he couldn't see me from the crate and still whined. I could talk to him, though, or put my hand down, and he'd settle a little bit. But he was still pretty whiny all night. I've heard that crate training can click anywhere in the 2-10 night window, so I don't think this is a permanent situation, but for now it's kind of not very fun.

This dog is cute and cuddly and sweet, and everything I would want in a dog, but I'm finding my heart isn't really in it. Mostly I'm just stressed about taking care of him -- either leaving him home but coming back frequently enough to let him out to eat, pee, etc, or what I'll do with him while we're out. You can't run a lot of errands with a dog. I also have an Airbnb guest right now, and I'm concerned that Chipper is a bother to him. So I don't feel like I'll want to adopt him, or any other dog. It just doesn't fit my life well. But I'm happy to foster and give them love while I've got them.

I've got lunch plans with McKenzie's mom again today. I'm looking forward to seeing her, hoping I don't weep the whole time...but then I've got therapy after that so the timing is good, anyway.