It’s time for me to write about Storm again. She has really changed a lot too in the last month. She barks a lot less in general. Thanks stainless steel pot with lid. (Honestly, if you rescue a dog, and you want her to stop alerting to you to the fact that, let’s say your neighbors have parked up the street, or that there is a family with a jogger and lab walking in the middle of of the street, you can throw a pan down. We have one that has no handle, but is a good pot and we leave the lid nesting non-cooking direction, so when we toss it onto our hardwoods when she is barking given no emergency, she stops.)
She also watches me all the time when people knock on the door and rarely jumps on them even when I release her after hand signals for sit and lay down. This girl who is an acquaintance of mine lent me “The Other End of the Leash,” and the chapter on how visual dogs really are was most salient for me. A huge shift relating to Storm has been that I don’t talk much to her except when I’m being affectionate and do commands and redirection with hand signals only.
We walked about 4-miles last night down the trails in another area of the city. My son had his guitar class and a pick-up rehearsal for a number that he barely remembers. So, I had tons of time. We had a wonderful walk and she discovered that she loves prairie dogs. Perhaps they are a distant second to the bunnies that overrun our trail system at home. She is a good dog though, and has really improved. I’ll try to post weekly about her again, but do hope that those of you who are inclined will read my sister blog with this username regarding children and their printmaking. Happy weekend.