We have good days and not-so-good days. Today Sam has never heard the word sit, has been yanking on the leash so much we’ve barely walked (I won’t let him drag me), and he’s darted out of the car twice without waiting for permission to exit. McKinley is irritated with him disturbing her walk routine as well as being upset by the storm systems moving through. Sam doesn’t know what her problem is about storms.
Later McKinley managed to get out and was in the parking lot by the car because she wanted to leave. She hates storms and knows cars move around. We can just go to where there is no storm, right? Since I was inside chopping vegetables she was missing a critical piece of the “let’s leave” scenario – the driver.
My neighbors brought her home. She’s grounded to the house until I can figure out how she got off the porch that is covered in chicken wire behind the hedges.
Neither of them ate well for breakfast. Sam was starving by dinner. He scarfed his up meal and fell asleep on the kitchen floor. McKinley is still on a hunger strike. It’s the storm.
We met Lulu today, a dog a neighbor adopted from the SPCA. She’s an Australian Blue Heeler (Cattle Dog). I’m sure all the dogs will be best pals soon.
I feel like Sam. Just finished a 2k long piece of bullying for another author’s blog. I could do with a nice nap.