Last night I was out cutting the grass in the front yard with Ziggy on a tether and a couple approached on the other side of the street with their little dog on a leash. I stood with Ziggy and pet her and calmly spoke with her, and while she watched closely she didn't bark, lunge, or even tense up to play. She just watched completely calmly.
Woot!
This morning we went to see the black lab and its owner was there. I asked about selling her house and she said it's too much for her but she doesn't know where she's going. Since her arm is bandaged (broken? surgery? I don't know) she said she hasn't been able to take her dog out and I volunteered to let him play in my backyard. "Oh, I don't even probably still have a leash for him." OK, woman, your arm ain't been bandaged so long that you lost a leash. You don't take your dog out and that's nothing new, just own it.
It doesn't matter. He's a good pup, Ziggy learns a lot from him, and he's invited here. I'll drop off my phone number with her. We'll see how it goes.
I have a lot of reading to do and have moved around as I do so, including lying down on my bed which is the room where the dog door to outside is. Ziggy would lay on the floor beside me and then get up and go outside and I can hear her running around, enjoying her favorite toy (a plastic pot for a tree). She comes storming back into the house to see what's going on - I'm in the same position and she goes back outside.
Then she came storming in with my garden shoe. I had left them outside at the base of the stairs after mowing the grass the other day, and Ziggy wanted to let me know that I was forgetful because she came storming through the door with it in her mouth and ran right to me and as I reached down she pushed it into my hand and let go. If I honestly have a dog who will remind me when I forget things, then I'm thrilled. I'll also happily take a dog who brings me my things instead of ripping them up. She long had a fascination with those shoes and while she never destroyed them she got a few teeth marks in. If those days are over or she's moved on, that good news. She's never really been destructive of anything but human skin, and that usually heals.
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Ziggy is so ready for bed, and her sleeping spot is on the couch where I am right now. She came and looked at me, and I know what she wants. But rather than attacking me like she used to, or being a pain in the ass, she just laid down on the floor right beside me and is playing with a toy. What a good dog. I just told her to kiss me and shake my hand, both of which she did with a bit of a sigh, but she did it. She's so ready for bed and I'm in her way. And she's right, it's bedtime.
Woot!
This morning we went to see the black lab and its owner was there. I asked about selling her house and she said it's too much for her but she doesn't know where she's going. Since her arm is bandaged (broken? surgery? I don't know) she said she hasn't been able to take her dog out and I volunteered to let him play in my backyard. "Oh, I don't even probably still have a leash for him." OK, woman, your arm ain't been bandaged so long that you lost a leash. You don't take your dog out and that's nothing new, just own it.
It doesn't matter. He's a good pup, Ziggy learns a lot from him, and he's invited here. I'll drop off my phone number with her. We'll see how it goes.
I have a lot of reading to do and have moved around as I do so, including lying down on my bed which is the room where the dog door to outside is. Ziggy would lay on the floor beside me and then get up and go outside and I can hear her running around, enjoying her favorite toy (a plastic pot for a tree). She comes storming back into the house to see what's going on - I'm in the same position and she goes back outside.
Then she came storming in with my garden shoe. I had left them outside at the base of the stairs after mowing the grass the other day, and Ziggy wanted to let me know that I was forgetful because she came storming through the door with it in her mouth and ran right to me and as I reached down she pushed it into my hand and let go. If I honestly have a dog who will remind me when I forget things, then I'm thrilled. I'll also happily take a dog who brings me my things instead of ripping them up. She long had a fascination with those shoes and while she never destroyed them she got a few teeth marks in. If those days are over or she's moved on, that good news. She's never really been destructive of anything but human skin, and that usually heals.
***
Ziggy is so ready for bed, and her sleeping spot is on the couch where I am right now. She came and looked at me, and I know what she wants. But rather than attacking me like she used to, or being a pain in the ass, she just laid down on the floor right beside me and is playing with a toy. What a good dog. I just told her to kiss me and shake my hand, both of which she did with a bit of a sigh, but she did it. She's so ready for bed and I'm in her way. And she's right, it's bedtime.
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