This is what a typical morning outing looks like with our dog.
5:30 am, Abby (formally Gracie) is whining in her crate. Her bladder is full and she just can’t wait to get out.
Me: Abby, do you need to pee, come on, let’s go. *Opens the crate*
Abby follows to the top of the stairs, tail wagging furiously and looks as I put on my shoes.
Me: Abby, come *grabs the leash*
Abby stretches comes down the stairs and sits.
Me: Good girl, Abby. Lets get the leash on you.
Abby thinks: Ooooh look some hands! I love hands! I want to play! *Tries to nibble on my hands as I attach the leash to her collar*.
Me: *I stand up and put my hand on the door handle*
Abby thinks: Oh that’s right, I have to sit quietly before she opens the door. I probably should sit, I really need to pee. *Sits and looks up at me with excitement*.
Me: Good girl. Come on. *Opens the door*
Abby thinks: OhMyGoshOhMyGoshOhMyGosh! So many yummy smells. *Pulls forward, tails wagging like mad*
Me: Abby…*waits for the dog to sit down* lets go pee.
Abby thinks: Pee, pee…that’s right, I really have to go. *Walks out onto the grass, following my lead. Smells to find the right spot.*
And then, the fun begins…
Abby thinks: Oh look! An acorn! I LOVE acorns! I want it! *Pulls towards the left, but is stopped by the leash tugging on her collar*
Abby thinks: Ooooooo, a leaf! *Pulls towards the right*
Abby thinks: Is that a cat I smell? *Tugs forward on the leash*
Abby thinks: Hang on, wait, I’m outside walking right now. Just walking. This is nice, I think I’ll just follow…Holy crap! A dried up worm. I want to eat it. *Lies down on the ground and attempts to lick the dried up worm off the ground*.
Abby thinks: A BIIIIIIIIIIIIIRD! *Bolts forward and jumps up to try to catch it as it flies away*.
Abby thinks: Wait, what were we doing again? Oh yes, I need to pee. Now, if I could just find a spot. *Pees on the grass*.
Me: (finally!) Good girl Abby!
Abby thinks: OK, now that that’s out of the way, I want to keep walking a bit. I like walki… Awesome! A branch! And it’s so long too. *Pulls towards the left*
Abby thinks: Argh, so frustrating, This leash thing won’t let me go where I want. *Decides to walk nicely for a bit*
Abby thinks: This is booooooring. Oh! I know! I’ll just play with the leash!!!! *Bites down on the leash and attempts to play tug of war with me as we make our way back home*.
Me: No Abby. Drop it. *Wrestles with the puppy to get the leash out of her mouth*
Abby thinks: Ooooooo a GAME! *Drops the leash to playfully bite my hands* *Stops nibbling on my hands to bite the leash*
I could go on and on, but I suspect you get the point. I adore her, but she is young and sometimes drives me nuts. We’ve hired a dog trainer though. The first thing we’re going to work on is walks. Then, we’ll move on to other things. Like not biting humans…