Life with a dog
Facing the danger that this will become a "Look at my cat/dog/car" type blog head on…I will briefly mention how a lazy and selfish man like me has managed with a dog for the first week.
After three agonising nights of 3/4 hours of Maggie demanding to be let out of the conservatory at night and us ignoring her as best we can, we finally caved in. On night four, she got the run of the whole of downstairs, thus proving that it only takes 3 days for a dog to train their new owners. Oops.
Walking out of the door at 7:20 every morning to take her for a walk has been a shock to the system, I can tell you. I wonder if she appreciates my frozen ears? Doubtful.
Now we've had her for over a week, she knows that we love her and find her cute, which is giving her a little bit too much confidence. Yesterday I went home at lunch time to find that she had managed to open the door to our bedroom and then click it shut behind her. In any other room she would have got upset, but spying a comfy bed she proceeded to pass the morning stomping and sleeping on our bed :(
Door closed, dog back downstairs, Steph comes home at 5 and where is she? You guessed it…locked in our bedroom again. Doh!
I don't make her sound that great, but she is really. She is generally so relaxed and happy if a little shy still. I could not really imagine how a rescue dog could be better. I guess you've got to remember that most dogs come into a rescue centre because of their owners, not because of the dog.
Now I've just got to work through one of my new dog training books to get a bit more respect from the little angel. (Dog Training by Bruce Fogle seems pretty good if you are a bit of a beginner like me)