I was seriously hoping it wasn’t true, but I am afraid it is. Very sad.
There’s a couple of reasons for this but none of them justifiable in my mind.
The first one, is she KEEPS complaining that I won’t slow down. Which is not true as I have slowed down considerably. Granted, Pudge and Patty do appear a little pooped out when we get back but if they can’t keep up . . .
and anyway I should be the one complaining. Having to pull the two of them along all the time takes a lot of work!
Two, she is still upset about the little episode the other day when I slipped out of my collar and she slid on her stomach trying to hold me back from introducing myself to two other dogs. A big one (sort of – not compared to me of course) and a midget sized one like Pudge. I was really quite good and I did hold up while she put my collar back on and tightened it up. That should count for something!
She has been moping around that she is all bruised up and stretched out in ways she shouldn’t be stretched out from holding me back. Well really. Why shouldn’t I introduce myself?
Of course since then I am put into this “put one leg in and then the other” halter type of thing every time we hit the trail. See picture.
Fine. If it makes her happy. Whatever.
So those are two things and the other one is – get this – she said. “She simply did not feel like going for a walk today!”
I don’t know if she is in some kind of funk or it’s just the weather (cold, gray and dreary) or what. No idea. Well -uhh – I shouldn’t probably be saying this but she has been eating a lot of “sugary stuff” lately. Double chocolate chip cookies that she made last week and a batch of caramelized popcorn last night.
Ha! Stick to kibbles and bits and she would be in a better place. Can’t tell her that today though. She is glowering at everything!
AND there is one more thing. She sent her book off to the development editor a few weeks ago and ever since then she has been on edge. Will it come back trashed, smashed, or what? She is up one minute and down the next. Pudge, told me earlier that she has finally figured out the deadline for sending it to the printer. January 19, 2016. That is about, I think 68 days. I rather expect things will only be getting more and more tense as that date gets closer. One certainly hopes not but I’m not as they say, “holding my bark.”
The one bright thing on the horizon is that this is Canned Food Night! Every other day, Jon gives us canned food instead of dry. Ooh laa lah! Yippee do dah! I can’t wait till Jon gets home.