So Lacey, the speshul snowflake dog, apparently has never learned to pee while on a leash. This is a problem, I live in the city. I took her out a bunch of times the first day, and she did nothing. I took her to grass, I took her to gravel, I took her everywhere. Fortunately there is an off-leash dog park about four blocks away, and she did her business there. And only there, even after the longest runs.
She also likes the dog park because she gets to play there. She won’t play in the house, and has let me know she is not a retriever. This may be a problem later. We will see. Corgis are herding dogs, and she loves nothing more than to chase big dogs around the dog park. It’s funny to watch her go flat out after a big lab or pitbull.
So she was running around the other afternoon with a bunch of dogs, playing like crazy. The next thing I know, one of the dogs jumps up on the back of my wheelchair, where I had inadvertently left my knitting bag. Ruh-roh.
Yep, she had leaped up there and grabbed my ball of yarn, which she promptly strung all over the dog park. Her owner had to go after her, and pick up all the yarn. Luckily, it was not a project I has worked on for a long time, and I didn’t even really like the color of the yarn. She didn’t get my needles, either. Her owner gave me replacement cost for the yarn, which fortunately for her, was not Wollmiese or Malabrigo Rasta, but ordinary dishcloth cotton. Oh, and the dog’s name is Luna, and she’s a Luna-tic.
It’s scorching hot today, close to 90° F, and the dog park had all the wading pools out and filled with water. The dogs run around, and then plunk down in the pools when they get hot. There were a lot of wet dogs there today, but not my snowflake. She thinks the wading pools are big water dishes. Um, yuck? Whatever.
Lacey has really nice manners, doesn’t get into things, doesn’t beg, just really a nice dog. She has also made it plain she is MY dog. She tolerates The Boyo, but knows which side her bread is buttered on. So far I’ve been able to keep him from starting her on begging and people food. I hope that continues. As you can see, I put Friday’s vest on her, and she behaves well enough to take anywhere. But she has no command of commands. Except sit. She knows that one. And she’s getting pretty good at heeling to the wheelchair. But then, we do a couple of miles every day. We have conquered the dreaded elevator, and tolerate the bus lift. Now if I could just get her to pick up my keys. She is very shy, and shies away from some people/things, and I wonder if she was teased/tormented in the yard. She’s getting better, though. She will be harder to train in some ways than Friday was, but she’s still the right dog for me.