Each time I go to spend some time on this blog lately, something has come up and I haven't been able to. Always one excuse after another lately. The latest excuse? I have spent the last two days bathing my dog and it is my own darn fault (you know how hard it is for me to admit that?!) I think I'm more angry with myself than anything else.
I spent last weekend and a few days last week away to write some exams. I stayed in a hotel because it is a two hour drive to Toronto for me and I wanted to have those extra few hours to sleep (and this weekend was Honda Indy Weekend and traffic was brutal!). I left the dogs at home because the exams were so long (one day of 7 hours, the next day of 4 or 5 hours) and I didn't want to leave them in the car for that long!
I normally take one dog, Zeus, to Toronto but since I didn't take him, he got into a pout. I have been taking him to TO every weekend for the last six weeks; we've had a wonderful time and our relationship is stronger than ever before. I'm sure you can imagine the look on his face when I left without him! Well this weekend he sulked and put up a big fuss for the entire time I was away. Unfortunately everyone who was around played right into his hands (yes, I've spoken with them and explained why this was bad for them to do ...) and since I was away, I couldn't address it until after I got home.
The day I came back (Sunday) Z was hilarious to watch - he was like a little excited puppy. I said hello to the dogs for ten or fifteen minutes and went to unpack my bags. I was going to take the dogs for a walk to the pond and play fetch for a while but wanted to put a load of laundry in first. I am quite aware that this is not recommended and that you are supposed to spend some superduper quality time with them immediately, but figured the 10-15 mins I had spent greeting them would carry for an hour until I got settled and changed. I left the dogs outside with my hubby and a few other people.
What does Z do? Have you guessed it yet?
He went right out and pestered the skunk that has been living near our barn for the last few months. He had been aware of the skunk for months and hadn't bothered it. In fact, there are often multiple skunks around and for the last three years he's never bothered any of them (including the one with distemper we had to shoot this spring that spent an entire day wandering around our yard!). How impressed was I?
I have a gut feeling that this was a temper tantrum, but I can't really prove it. What do you think? Have you ever experienced tantrums with your own dog(s)?