Cinn's had a good few weeks. Pretty uneventful, with trips to the puppy park and lots of pets. She seems really happy overall.
She did have a bit of an incident on my birthday (September 14). We always walk down to the mailbox, early in the morning that day. It reminds me of one of the last really good walks that Finn had with us. That day a few years ago, the three of us walked down to the mailbox, Cinn on her leash and Finn trotting freely beside us. We went down to the park, looked over the escarpment at the empty golf course, and contemplated getting older. A few months later, Finn got sick and had to leave us.
Well, this September 14, I slipped on her collar very loosely. Cinn only wears any sort of adornment for walks now, and I don't always check to verify that it is on securely because she doesn't really pull or misbehave much. As it was early in the morning, I was not fully aware when I leashed her up. It soon became apparent to me that I had made a major error.
We headed down the steps together and down the street. As we passed the first neighbour's house, Cinn slipped her leash off. She trotted across the street to check out the neighbour's yard (they have a pair of dogs). I called for her, but she wanted no part of being leashed again because her smell o vision had been triggered. I walked quickly after her, but she danced a few steps ahead-- still smelling the ground. I started to run, she smiled and glanced over her shoulder before running away. I chased her down the road, not catching her until she nearly reached the mailbox.
Breathless, I finally caught her with both hands around her neck. I had to grasp her little body with both legs to get the leash back on, but smiled the whole way. The little old girl still has a lot of miles left to go, and she gave me the best birthday present that she could with that confirmation.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
September7, 2010
Cinn had a busy couple of weeks. She very much enjoyed her trip to Prince George. For the first time, she got to stay inside her grandparent's house. Well, for the first time since she was six weeks old, in any case.
Her exciting week began when she noticed that we were packing, and her dog stuff was in the pile of things to go. She paced around all night before we left, then followed me all morning while I got ready-- just to make sure that I did not forget to take her. When we left, she bolted for the car, jumped into the back, and would not even come out to pee before we left. After that, the trip north was a good one, with us stopping many times to let her out to go to the washroom, eat, drink, and generally feel important.
When we arrived in Prince George, she was excited to look around the basement suite. She had a tough time following both of us while we unpacked, but she managed to be somewhere between us-- just to make sure that she was included in anything that we did. She then nestled up on her new doggie bed to have a nap with us, while we waited for my parents to return home.
The week flew by. Some of her highlights included the trip, cruising around with us in the car, stopping at Starbucks while Tracie went grocery shopping, and following me all around my parent's house the entire time-- just so that she didn't miss anything. The trip back was great for Cinn. She particularly liked stopping at Mcdonalds and getting a treat from Tracie while we ate in the car.
After returning, she slept for a good portion of the couple days that we had alone. Then she was all recharged and ready for when Tracie's mom, dad, nephew, and grandma visited. She was a very good hostess, looking politely for treats and pets, always present to and unobtrusive. She very much enjoyed herself-- especially when Tracie's grandma showered her with attention.
The dog park during these two weeks has been hit and miss, particularly in Prince George because the drive to Merritt would make such a trip untenable for a few minutes of running and sniffing. Today, I was going to miss because I got home from school at about four o'clock. I thought that I would feed her and get something to eat myself, before relaxing for the night. After feeding her though, I barely got upstairs when she nearly bowled me over like a year old pup en route to her leash and the front door.
I relented, taking her on a drive to see Colleen at the distance ed school, who actually turned out to be Steve Mcniven, which is an entirely different matter. Eventually though, we got to the park, which was under construction. Taking a short walk down the river, Cinn showed me again why people love dogs. She did not protest my lateness, having to wait while I talked to Steve, or not being able to actually enter her park. She was happy just to be in the presence of her friend and doing something-- anything-- with me. Setbacks and difficulties did not matter, and she smiled the entire time. She is truly a gift.
Her exciting week began when she noticed that we were packing, and her dog stuff was in the pile of things to go. She paced around all night before we left, then followed me all morning while I got ready-- just to make sure that I did not forget to take her. When we left, she bolted for the car, jumped into the back, and would not even come out to pee before we left. After that, the trip north was a good one, with us stopping many times to let her out to go to the washroom, eat, drink, and generally feel important.
When we arrived in Prince George, she was excited to look around the basement suite. She had a tough time following both of us while we unpacked, but she managed to be somewhere between us-- just to make sure that she was included in anything that we did. She then nestled up on her new doggie bed to have a nap with us, while we waited for my parents to return home.
The week flew by. Some of her highlights included the trip, cruising around with us in the car, stopping at Starbucks while Tracie went grocery shopping, and following me all around my parent's house the entire time-- just so that she didn't miss anything. The trip back was great for Cinn. She particularly liked stopping at Mcdonalds and getting a treat from Tracie while we ate in the car.
After returning, she slept for a good portion of the couple days that we had alone. Then she was all recharged and ready for when Tracie's mom, dad, nephew, and grandma visited. She was a very good hostess, looking politely for treats and pets, always present to and unobtrusive. She very much enjoyed herself-- especially when Tracie's grandma showered her with attention.
The dog park during these two weeks has been hit and miss, particularly in Prince George because the drive to Merritt would make such a trip untenable for a few minutes of running and sniffing. Today, I was going to miss because I got home from school at about four o'clock. I thought that I would feed her and get something to eat myself, before relaxing for the night. After feeding her though, I barely got upstairs when she nearly bowled me over like a year old pup en route to her leash and the front door.
I relented, taking her on a drive to see Colleen at the distance ed school, who actually turned out to be Steve Mcniven, which is an entirely different matter. Eventually though, we got to the park, which was under construction. Taking a short walk down the river, Cinn showed me again why people love dogs. She did not protest my lateness, having to wait while I talked to Steve, or not being able to actually enter her park. She was happy just to be in the presence of her friend and doing something-- anything-- with me. Setbacks and difficulties did not matter, and she smiled the entire time. She is truly a gift.
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