Today was a good day. Mom used this tool to help me get on the chaise lounge of the couch and I stopped whining about life. The freedom, coziness, and familiarity of the couch was exactly what I needed. I napped for nearly 6 hours on and off in this position.
Then, I woke up with a TON of energy. So I tried to play with Kita and the next thing I know Mom is giving me a bully stick. For no reason! I just got one without having to do anything extra good or special tricks! Then, every time I tried to play with Kita, I got a toy or a reward or something. So now I keep trying to play with Kita because obviously the lesson is that by trying to play I get a treat.
The dog across the street keeps peeing on the corners of my driveway and I have to pee there to mark it as mine. Before the cone was present, Mom and I walked down to the bottom of the driveway everyday and she let me pee everywhere I wanted. Now, I’m on the leash and I have to go where she tells me to go. It’s so humiliating to be 5 and have your mom demand that you “go potty” for the entire neighborhood to hear. I don’t go on command, Mom, and I’m not your canine slave who just goes when told. I have thoughts and feelings and I want to pee where I want to pee, not where YOU want me to pee, MOM! My life is not for you to dictate! God!
Ah, we have hit the restless stage. And he has already figured out that I will distract him with treats and toys anytime he seems restless so…now he’s always restless.
I used our GingerLead to lift him up on the couch which nearly took my shoulders out. So…no more of that. I’ll tell him tomorrow.