Two Steps Forward, One Step Back
Who knew that having a dog could be so difficult? But I should have known, having had Majesty (horse) to relate it to. One minute you have a glorious day, the next, a terrible time, with no rhyme nor reason to it. I guess that's the beauty of the relationship between humans and their pets.
Yesterday was a trying time for Mitzie who suddenly became very timid again leaving the apartment and had to be carried to the peeps spot (where nothing happened, again...) which could have been the result of all the stray dogs lurking round every corner or the fact we'd been charged by a cow earlier. Our long walk/run in the afternoon wasn't much better; I carried her to the park but she seemed happier to sit on my knee instead of exercising, but would put on a sudden sprint when she saw the exit. People often under estimate the intelligence of animals; she knows where she is and where she wants to be, much the same as Majesty, who walks S L O W L Y out from the stables but is very quick to virtually trot back in.
After three hours of post exercise snoozing (think I wore her out eventually) she flipped into a funny half hour which saw her picking up and running off with anything that wasn't screwed down - baseball hat, shoes, slippers, sneakers, phone case - and me replacing it with authorized toy - i.e., something indestructible. It was during this phase that a friend of mine called and just as I was telling her how well Mitzie had done in finding the right place to peep/poop, she (Mitzie, not my friend) just got down and did it on her brand new puppy rug from Singapore!!! That wasn't the worst of it... Tom, who cannot resist her pleading eyes and whining, against my better judgement, allowed her time on our bed... she thanked him, by peeping all over the duvet and soaking it through the sheets. They may think I'm hard nosed about all this stuff, but it will benefit them in the long run. And me, who won't be washing as many sheets...
Today we are back to 'performing' on the balcony, but still very timid when 'out on the streets.' I must admit, I'm a little scared of the packs of dogs here, and Tom and she were terrified by gang this morning, so I don't blame her for wanting to stay in the confines of the safe apartment!
