I tried to walk my two dogs, Ruby and Pearl, the other night. They aren't getting it though.
I have had other dogs (Gloria, Joey, and Roscoe) who, upon first being walked, got right into it. All I had to do was teach them to keep up with me. Even Mama C's late, great Gracie--who had never been walked until I dog-sat her while Mama was on vacation--even she would walk with me--and she was like 19 years old!
I had even had each dog's bowel movement synchronized so that we could complete the walk without decorating the neighbors' lawns.
So, when I put either Ruby or Pearl on a leash, their first impulse is to drop to the ground.
As with my other dogs, I try to walk them one-at-a-time. The first time with Pearl, she would drop, I would walk ahead and call to her, she would scurry close to the ground like a cockroach and drop again. We repeated this for almost a block, when she finally got spooked and just wouldn't move. I had to carry her home.
Ruby's first time was the same, except I took her in a different direction and she didn't make me carry her.
The other night I tried a different approach. I took each separately to my front lawn. Sat with each for awhile and petted, letting them get used to wearing a leash while having one-on-one time with me. After about ten minutes of this, I actually got Ruby to walk with me. Pearl wasn't quite that cooperative, so we spent most of the time just sitting on my stoop.
Later, long after we were done, I was sitting on my couch reading, when I could hear the two of them making a racket like no other I had ever heard. It was about midnight. I went out to see what was going on. They were hidden behind a large bush near their dog run, yapping like mofo's.
I couldn't see anything but the bush, so I returned to the mouse for a flashlight. I went into the dog run and turned on the flashlight and there lay a huge possum. It was either dead or playing dead. So, once they saw the light, both dogs came out and, one-by-one, I got them in the house and went back out to check out the possum, who had already left. So I guess he wasn't dead.
5 comments:
Maybe bribing them with treats would work. Then once they get used to being out you can taper off.
So, they were afraid of the possum? So much that they had to hide behind a bush? Why did a mouse have your flashlight?
No. They and the Opossum were behind the bush.
Ah, they had it treed.
No. They had it Bushed.
Ba-dump-bump!
Thank you! Someone finally said the punch line.
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