Thursday, June 30, 2016

Ziggy Stardust, teenager

And then Ziggy decides that she is going to have things HER WAY and there is NO ARGUING. 

OK, maybe that's more toddler than teenager. 

The HVAC maintenance guy came to the house and Ziggy caught sight of him before I could get her in her kennel. 

Ever chased a greased pig before?  That is what trying to corral Ziggy was like.  Chicken didn't work, bully stick didn't work, NOTHING WORKED.  I had to do a grab and drag.

Good lord.

So I got her in and gave her chicken and she was SCREAMING so on a pause I went in and handed her a bully stick through the bars.  She THREW IT OUT.  She was PISSED OFF.

Guess that whole relaxation protocol isn't working out so well for us.  I can't recall her ever fighting me like this.  That's not true - in the beginning she would scratch and mouth, and she did none of that this time - she just wouldn't go where I told her to go because her excitement to meet this new person trumped her obedience.

Sigh.  So, that's progress, right?  That she didn't make me bleed?

I'll take it. 

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