it was also an early morning.
i think chewy's doing alright. we passed our public access test at petco -- SOMEone wasn't studying during our two hour free time prior, and instead was running in circles, but we still made it -- so now we're allowed in public. which means, the grocery last night (odd -- many looks -- several questions answered -- everyone nice)... and walgreens today. big day planned!
The test was just walking about, stopping and staying. tw hard parts -- staying during the 'tempted stay' -- I put her in a Down, Stay, and she stays. Then one of the trainers says, Chewie! Com on! Let's Go outside! Chewie wanna treat? Chewie wanna pottie? Come here chewie! come on! let's go play chewie! -- and she has to stay. She did it every time -- she looked sick to her stomach, in that 'what do i do now?" way that friends get when weighing Quit My Job or stay here? or Breakup or Keep trying? or Hybrid or Cheap Accord? questions. -- and, I was allowed to say, over their calls, Chewie. Stay. Chewy. Stay. Stay! Chewiestay! chewystay, staychewie.
The only time she broke was the last time, when Michele said let's go play like eight times in a row (in 5 seconds) and clapped her hands. So, B+ -- like law school; i'll take it. Eventually, to graduate, they do that test, with the lead (lead = leash apparently) dropped (it was dropped this time; she was free to run)... but they have a stranger come and PICK UP the leash (lead!)... and walk off with her... she's supposed to stiffen, feet straight, not move... and get dragged (it'll be on a store floor -- slippery). They say, security and such.. sometimes tries to move these dogs... and she's supposed to listen, obviously, to only me. My command is everything.
I better study my commands.
Chewie! Learn about stem-cell research!
Chewy! Fetch my insulin but bring it here in needle-less form!
Chuey! Grill some salmon while I toss a salad!
Chui! There are no cabs! Let me ride you to the Mission!
When I posted this a bit ago, it said here, 'Must off to class,' but i arrived at class, and everyone laughed.
What, i said.
You don't have to be here till noon, they said. Unlike yesterday, when i was in a hat and flipflops... today i am showered. (Though again in flipflops). We were also early, even for the people who ARE supposed to be there. It goes unnoticed, apparently.
The class is split up, they said, into our half-groups -- for more ibnstruction. That's not till Wednesday! i said, scoffingly.
They laughed again. We socialized for a minute and now we're... heading to walgreens. someone might also get to play with her new Kong toy, purchased at petco after test passage. Who's my B+ girl???!!!??? WHO'SMYBEEPLUSGIRL??
Oh, last bit. So, Chew is tethered to the bed, on leash, overnite, so she learns to sleep next to me and doesn't wander off to do whatever she would. Leash around a bedpost, hooked to her regular collar (she also has a soft lead collar, around her snout -- it's not a muzzle tho everyone asks if it is... she can eat and bark -- i havent heard her bark still! not even once! -- and stuff with it on.... so, she's tethered. next to me. she must be right there, in close proximity, exceedingly close, nowhere but close -- all night.
[ INSERT FAILED RELATIONSHIP JOKE HERE ].
She also has a toy there in case she's awake and I'm not, or bored.
[INSERT FAILED RELATIONSHIP JOKE HERE ].
OK... so, she's pretty good at it --
[INSERT FAILED... alright, yeah, we all get it -- ha ha ha].
-- but so far, she's not in (INSERT -- geezus, i've created a monster) the Right Position. Um. whistle. so.... i have to instruct her... to be in... the right... position. So, anyway, i haven't had a low yet -- even in daytime -- so we havent practiced her most vital role (it will take time -- more even for her, given her youthishness).... Last night, i was gonna read in bed, and she was laying down the bed, and then scooted up near me... on top of the New Yorker... so i didn't read. Turned on the extra innings of the ballgame as she chewed a nylabone. Sweet.
Anyway, here were some possible titles to this post that we decided against:
The Glory of the Tennis Ball
She Looks at Me Like I'm Odd (& I'm already used to it)
Chewing! (on many things and being told I'm not allowed by my human master)
Everyone Poops. And we mean EVERYone. And we also mean POOPS.
Kibble, How I Love Thee
I Am Playing You Like A Fiddle
Let's Nap!
Someone Seems To Like Frogs
Show-me Frequent Urination in the Show-me State
Obama vs. Hillary, again -- Obama wins, again.
We're Chew, we're Phil -- We're super duper chill. Unless we're hungry.
2 comments:
in response to the potential title
"Everyone Poops. And we mean EVERYone. And we also mean POOPS."
just wait until the first time you see her eat her own poo....i had to spend 3 full minutes recovering on the corner of schiller and damen after i saw it for the first time.
Of course your little one seems much better behaved than my little terror already--
jesus this is great stuff!! i'm SO excited. you guys seem like the PERFECT couple. what if she's asleep if & when your blood sugar does the bad thing? how will she know? or does she wear a watch with one of those desk editor kind of alarms on it, waking her up at frequent intervals thru the night to check on you? can she sleep IN the bed? does it have to be OFF the bed? i have questions, many questions. but mostly i'm excited. can't wait to meet the little gal.
xo, rebecca
ps: she is ADORABLE
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