A Case of Very Frayed Nerves

Life sometimes simply happens…it’s not exactly tomorrow but if you are still with our new dog and Fran and I, here we go…

Continued:

We arrived home with our SPCA puppy…

Based on previous dogs which I had owned, we decided that certain rooms in the house would be off-bounds and, as we run a Band B, this was pretty much an essential.

We, three of us, entered through the front door, turned left out of the entrance hall and were in the kitchen / family-room combo.

I removed her leash and she began a frantic, panic-stricken dash – not running but urgently rushing from the kitchen into the family room and into the hall, down the hall and back into the kitchen.  Around and around she went.

“I don’t think this is going to work,” said Fran

“We have a dog,” I said.  “You want a dog, we have a dog  and this is one dog that really needs us.”

She agreed.

The rushing slowed to pacing but on and on it went – following the same route.

“Maybe she needs security,” we thought and so we opened her large, new cage.  She backed-off. We put food in the cage’s farthest corner.  She stayed as far away as possible.  Finally, well intentioned but foolishly, we lifted her and put her inside.  “She needs to get used to staying in here while we are out.” 

“Maybe not,” we decided as she tried to chew though the cage’s heavy wire; and we returned the cage to the pet shop.

Stay tuned: