This has become “Ian’s Dog”. Why? Because she is getting ornery in her old(er) age.
This morning, I let the dogs outside on their leads. Miss Ginger requires a run at least once a day, but since we just got a newsletter saying “keeping your dogs on a lead is required”, I thought I would.
She was having none of this. She wouldn’t pee. I told her, “Alright then. Let’s go inside.” She stood there, defiant, really, and stared at me.
“Let’s go”, I instructed, as I gently tugged on her lead. She pulled back. “Oh really,” I said.
Understanding that she probably DID need to go to the bathroom, I took her for a walk around the backyard, hitting all the areas where she loves to pee or poop.
“Let’s go, then.” She followed me this time. I made the mistake of letting her off the lead just outside the door. Can you say, “Goodbye Ginger!”? I thought you could.
She took off running, hundreds of yards away. A few minutes later, she came charging back, like a mad hatter, and ran inside the house.
This was all after I lost my balance in the yard and fell down in the mud.
You can laugh now.
Later, I talked to Ian on Skype. “I have a bone to pick with you… Your dog is being unruly. Yes, it IS your dog. ” lol