Somewhere after 34+ inches of snow...
You know your priorities have changed when the first thing you plow out is the pooping parlor. Ken is still working on the driveway today and by tomorrow afternoon we should be able to get to the main road.
From where Gigi stands, the driveway looks clear enough and there's no reason not to take a walk. It was interesting to see her mind at work when she looked down the driveway, realized the gate to the upper pasture was buried in the snowbanks, and opted to create a whole new routine. Frankly, I was thrilled, because I just couldn't see us taking the Chinese Dragon up the mountain. Not even for medicinal purposes. Not even when it is her "mostest favorite-ist" walk in the world.
Inside, we have new rules. All Gigis are to be tether at all times. She knows this new rule. And she knows why. So she hasn't bothered to get excited about anything all day, not even when the tractor comes home for "refills". I was watching a documentary on TV that featured a hooting owl - that was of great interest to Gigi, but not worth getting up for. She just barked from her boudoir. It would be reasonable to think she has learned her lesson, and that she wouldn't need restraining. Reasonable. But very wrong. Underneath that currently compliant fur coat is an opportunistic renegade.
Odd, that before the surgery, Gigi always walked at heel better without a leash than on. She was very reliable in a down/stay and being told she was "big dog in charge" was good for hours of quiet resting. Not no more, babycakes.
Hugs to all those delightful, contrarian bouvs.
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