Pegs and the city - day 3
It’s the halfway point of my stay in this fine city with Ms Peggy and despite the ups and downs I’m feeling quite upbeat about the 2nd half of the week. I think we’ve had our lowest point (poo incident - day 2 pt 2) and things can surely only get better…right?
Today started well with Peggy up and waiting for me in the hall this morning, still wary but at least she seemed to be interested in where I was. Brekkie went swimmingly - we both sat listening to the radio, Peggy questionably gazing at me while I sing. Could it be that walkies will be a stress free experience for us both? Ermmmmmmm no. You know the drill by now, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. But off we trot anyway. Poop happens in the parking space again but at the moment i’d rather that than on the carpets. More walking training ensues and happy to report it seems to be working.
Later I return from work, no warm welcome to report but no frostyness either. Pegs has her first instalment of one of her epic evening meals and then we both settle down to watch France v Uraguay. The game bores us both to tears and we drift off for quick naps. Wakey wakey time and Pegs allows me to approach her, she sniffs my hand then licks a little. I think i’ll try to stroke her and maybe even brush her - she seems to like that when her folks do it.
WIN! Peg and I seem to have finally bonded, we’re sat side by side and she’s letting me brush her. I can almost hear thoughts “this doesn’t mean we’re friends you know”. This is a proud moment and no doubt she’ll reward me with a pee free walkies.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Oh bugger! Early evening walk follows previous walks (including a giant poop in the parking space) but on the plus side she’s pulling much less while we’re out. My perseverence with the training might just be working. She’s walking to heel and maybe even enjoying the walk. We make it to the green and Pegs makes it clear she wants to go back. Time to resume training, this time I take her to the bench and we rest for 10 minutes before we take a slow, controlled walk home. The neighbours get to hear me again “Wait”, “Good girl”, “Wait”, “Wait”, “Peggy”, “Wait”, “Good girl”. All the while Peggy and I undergo a strange dance, she pulls ahead, feels the resistance of the lead, I click my fingers and call her name and she rotates 360 degrees and returns back to my side, head rested against my right knee. This dance I have called the Peggy Fandango and it occurs all the way back but importantly she’s responding each and every time and seems to be waiting for my instructions - the satisfaction of feeling like we’re getting somewhere is amazing and I sense that she’s quite comfortable.
As I type this update Pegs is sprawled across the floor chillaxing. I don’t want to disturb her but it’s getting late which means it’s time for the final walkies of the day. Question is, will we have a wee free transition from flat to the outdoors?
If you missed it earlier, there’s a poll i’ve set up to gauge your predictions on how the week will pan out. Feel free to complete it, intrigued to know your thoughts.