…but I still love you. That’s a song that Travis made up and sings to Daisy often. I’ve introduced Daisy here before but I haven’t talked about her much lately. It’s mostly because her boyfriend, Romeo, has been visiting a bit and she ignores us when he’s around. Daisy is the sweetest dog I know, sweet but not terribly smart, she loves other dogs. She’s nearly run out into traffic because she saw a dog on the other side of the street.
Before we got Daisy I had images in my head of how sweet it would be to take her to the park for a walk while Travis and I held hands and the girls walked along beside us. In reality though one of us tries to wrangle her while she’s nearly yanking our arms off. She’s literally pulled me out of my flip-flops before.
Here are her 3 basic maneuvers:
The Tank Maneuver- This is the move where she gets her body as low to the ground as possible to gain enough strength to pull me along behind her. If she’s lucky and gets me to a run, it’s all over. I’m sure it’s quite a sight watching a grown woman running out of control behind a dog. Really, it’s all my dreams come true.
The Stop-Slack-Slide- This one is for when I’m being adamant that she’s going to go where I want her to. I give her very little leash so she’ll pull her head back and give a tiny bit of slack so she can slide her head out of her collar and run around the park unleashed.
The Bolt-Slack-Yank- This happens when I decide to let her run (because I’m no jogger) and she runs almost as far as the length of the leash (she might be smarter than I thought), gives a bit of slack and then rushes forward as hard as she can so as to yank the leash out of my hand.
That last one has been successful a few times and the last time she did it I pulled a muscle in my chest by holding onto the leash and it hurt to breathe for about two weeks. This is also the trip that I had to send Chloe and Halle into a field, away from the sidewalk because she was trying to drag us into traffic to get to a dog on the other side of the street. She also ended up scratching my leg very badly. I was fuming and came home swearing that I would never, ever take her for another walk. If you own a dog, you know that’s not really an option. So I had to find another solution. I’d seen a type of leash on a dog training show that fits around a dog’s snout and back of the skull, like a horse’s bridle and it seemed to help some really out of control Rottweilers. Daisy fit the out of control category and I like that this type won’t choke her.
It’s also a little bit funny to watch her try to get it off.
She’s pretty though, huh? I seriously love her. It makes her shenanigans and hijinks easier to deal with.
Romeo is trying to figure out what in the world is going on. Not only is she acting crazy, she’s also ignoring him. This is highly irregular.
Then we drove to the park to take a walk. The spring breeze was nice and cool, the kids talked and ran and picked dandelions while Travis and I were able to (finally) walk hand in hand with a reasonably behaved Daisy by our side.
This is Halle’s, “I’m telling a story” face.
I now have hope that all of the Buttons, including our stubborn pup, can take walks together. I’m definitely looking forward to more evenings like this one.