Monday, March 15, 2010
Today as I sit at my laptop and sip my Joe staring into the backyard through the French doors, the feisty four are lounged around me; two stretched out in front of the door awaiting either the door to open or the sun to shine through. One, laying in front of the television, and one below my feet. We took them all on a walk yesterday, for the youngest and newest Abby, it was her first walk on a leash. She did well, yet of course needs our weather to cooperate so that we can get out and do it again each and every day. Practice makes perfect and I need the walking more than she does. For some reason this winter my body took on the mission of a winter of hibernating and retaining my excess weight…but that is another story for another day.
I have been contemplating training Abby to become a therapy dog, but question still…am I am appropriate person to be a therapy dog mom. I love my fur-children at times more than most humans, it is because of my early childhood and adulthood…dogs are more faithful, compassionate, and loving. So will Abby sense my distaste for a human we may encounter and it cause her to be aloof towards this human? I will offer help to any human that needs help, but I cannot tolerate hateful, mean, stupid, or angry drama queens. So I will ponder this some more as I train her in the essentials of doggie hood and will allow her to advise me if this is something we should attain together as our next goal in this wonderful life we share.