By the time Monday rolled around, we all needed to be up in the hills, so we went snowshoeing. I found out that Wicket’s harness is now too small, so I’ll need to get her a new one next week, but that was discovered through another set of circumstances that I can get to later. Anyway, although it was cold–41–it felt like it was 90 in comparison to the negative 5 on the weekend so we got up to the hills before noon.
Storm does this intense sniffing thing when she is in a new area. About 2-minutes after I snapped this picture, she wiggled out of her harness trying to smell a dog coming back down from a hike with his owner. I am so lucky that she came back when I called her. She really has changed and gotten way more obedient. I was with her on Christmas Day four-years ago and wasn’t so lucky:
I lost her for a long time, and my almost 7-year-old would have definitely had his heart broken had I not finally found her. I never really wrote about the details, but she was very lost and I was terrified. One, she has calmed substantially, and two, I’m very glad that I paid for a professional dog trainer to do one-on-one mentoring of me working with her. I’m so glad that she has learned what she needs to so she can be completely bonded with me.
She is a good girl. Her sister, Wicket, pulls like crazy although she is all of 10-11 lbs. I know that it’s weird to ballpark a weight for a dog, but Wicket is food obsessed. I mean it when I write OBSESSED too. One time she drank the rancid vegetable oil from my mother-in-law’s tray under her bee hive which keeps wasps out. Afterward, Wicket salad shootered oil out her butt for days. That was a treat to clean up!
So, Wicket, pulls and she eats. That is all. Here she is on the trail with Storm on Monday:
So, I found out on Wednesday night that Wicket’s harness gives her abrasions. It must be a bit too small now given her proclivity toward pulling as hard as she can like a crazed rocking horse. I’m going to find a softer one.
Anyway, on Wednesday, I had to take Wicket to the Vet at night because she wouldn’t move. The Vet doing the intake asked about the abrasions. She thought that maybe Wicket was being attacked by Zephyr. Wicket pushes everyone around and would never allow herself to be attacked. I had seen Wicket eating some of Zephyr’s poop covered in kitty litter on Wednesday afternoon, but I thought that I’d gotten it mostly away from her. She was lethargic and bed bound by evening. I had her in the Emergency Department of the Vet until past ten. She’s still not on her A-game, but seems better.
Poor Storm! Her sister has GI issues and her brother doesn’t understand why she is fascinated by him. I think that she is one of the most misunderstood creatures on the planet.
This is Storm’s brother. She would like to keep him. Storm must learn that cute cannot be consumed: