So, I’m cooking sunday breakfast. The Mister, sitting at the dining room table, turns around to realize Jane is no longer in the dining room. The Mister quietly announces that he’s going to see if he can coax her back with us. He assumes that she’s in the back bedroom, her safe spot. About a minute later, I hear The Mister, “I think you’ll want to get your camera for this.” As I grab my camera I see that he’s standing outside the guest room door. Uh-oh.
I find her:
Queen Jane on the queen bed
I take the photos, trying not to laugh as I rejoice in her boldness, then ask her to get down (no dogs on the human furniture here). Nope! I give her a little tug, and she stands, turns herself around, and flops down facing the other way. Then she invokes one of her superpowers: I Am An Elephant, a power where she suddenly weighs 2,000 pounds. Said she, “I Am NOT budging.”
I had to pick her up, and carry her into the hallway, at which point, she trotted confidently to her safe spot in the back room – an 8″ thick geriatric foam bed that I myself have had lovely naps on. She flopped down, letting out an audible breath, and then proceeded, without a doubt, to seriously pout. “ratz-n-fratzn’-foodlady-mumble-bumble-my-queen-bed-rumble-mumble-i-am-the-queen-flumble-mumble.”
Huzzah! to comfort! to security! to finding a bit of one’s inner boldness!
FoodLady here to share some recent highlights.
- when The Mister isn’t home, Jane is 90-95% a “normal” dog, just livin’ her life in her new pad, waggin’ her tail, lookin’ for loves, wanting to be loved on.
- when The Mister is here and visible, she goes back to nervous circles and keeping an eye on him. Depending on where Jane and/or The Mister are located in the house at any given time, she runs away, or not, from him.
- when The Mister gets down on the floor when Jane’s on a dog bed, she flops over and asks for one of his amazing massages.
- Jane’s now eating in the dining room. One morning, she picked a spot, away from Mr Jim’s spot, but not all the way in the far corner of the living room like she had been. She kind of stood there, looked at me and said “yes, I think I’ll have my breakfast right here, please.”
- Jim and Jane are eating well, and mind less and less if someone might be looking at them while they eat. I purposely go about the rest of my business in the kitchen, and if that happens to be to walk by one of them, I just do it. They’re now continuing to eat, instead of running away from their bowl.
- both Jim and Jane know the words “cookie” “breakfast” “dinner” “timeToGoOut” “let’sGo” and “walk”.
- both Jim and Jane know how to WAIT! and also how to wait. WAIT! means FoodLady is about to open a door or gate, and if anyone moves even a whisker, or thinks about moving a whisker, nobody’s going anywhere. No heavy breathing, no tail wags. Total calm and seriousness. Of course, we’re suited up for such an event. On the other hand, wait means hold it there, but it’s ok to breath. When the word is given, proceed forward (the word being: OK).
- Jim’s leash manners have improved immensely. It’s been kind of like learning WAIT! – no one’s going anywhere if we’re trying to pull FoodLady down, and she has allllllll the time in the world to just stand in the street with her dogs. It doesn’t matter how far we go on a walk, as long as we’re showing good manners while we’re doing it.
Jim smiling after Mom-Mom’s scritch-o-rama
Our Mom-Mom came to meet us! She is FoodLady’s Mom. She is really nice. I was too nervous to get close to her, but by the end of her visit, I was circling close and sniffing her toes, as long as she didn’t look at me.
Jim made good friends with her and learned that Mom-Mom has a superpower: she can scritch your ears for hours! as long as you still want scritches, she can keep scratching. After Jim was done getting scritches, he rolled his eyes to the back of his head and smiled.
One day, I won’t be so nervous to be around Mom-Mom and she will invoke her superpower on me, and it will be my eyes that roll to the back of my head.
Even though I was too nervous to tell her, I love my Mom-Mom.
Jane: I’ve got my eye on The Mister
I admit I’m timid, shy, sometimes downright scared. Usually, especially of men. I met The Mister about a year ago at the Hern Greyt Works. I ran the heck away, and hid in the back of my run. He seems different here at home. I’m not afraid, but I told him, “I got my eye on you.”
Hmmmf…so does Mr. Jim.
Mr Jim: I got my eye on you, too.
What do you have your eye on? Tell me – I want to know!