Dear Reader, Dog and Pony have been resident with me and LandLady for 4 weeks now. The local dog trainer asked me yesterday if we were bonding. My ability to read dog body language is still weak, so it may be...or not. We are having some long heart to heart chats. This one happened in the car on the way home from her stay at the boarding kennel last weekend. "Dog?" Dog, in the back seat of the car, whines. "Dog it's very important that you listen to me." Dog turns to stare out the window. "Dog, I don't have to keep you, you know. I can send you back. If you want to live with me we need to come to an understanding." Dog turns to stare out the other window. "There can't be any more gate jumping. No more sticking your tongue in the peanut butter jar. Less restless pacing." More whining. "And you owe LandLady an apology for taking her toast." Dog lays down, rests her head on the seat protector and looks at...
2021 and I'm still trying to remember which box I packed my sense of adventure in. Weaving and baking and walking the dogs until I can find it.