Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Tornado Mia turned Brat Dog Mia

Remember Mia? The Tornado Mia?

Yup, that Mia.   This day, she became officially ours, and changed into Brat Dog Mia.

Duration of time spent together: 1 hour and a 10  minutes -  30 minutes in the morning, and then 40 in the afternoon.  

At morning, it was  good, because it was more informal,  nothing to take her attention aside from usual  things, but  the afternoon was a whole different kettle of fish.  First father  instructing me the leash should be slackened -  I  want to see HIM  leading Mia  without  being dragged along at first /growls out, incensed/,   then I  tapped Mia down  for  jumping on me -  all right, she weighs  some 35  kilos, and I am  twice her weight, but  that still doesn't excuse her  from jumping on me.

The work was mostly Mia-centered -  I let her down  to  wild herself out,   and I made a note to talk to Mum about  teaching her  to let go of the things -  I wanted to play fetch with her, but  she is as stubborn as a pitbull on that, and I am so not risking my hands without  a proper know-how on how to teach her to  NOT  chomp on my  fingers  when I take  anything from her mouth.   Fuck, I miss Sani.  He  had plenty energy too, but  he at least was obedient to me /slumps with defeat/.  Then,  walking alongside me -   she  had an unpleasant habit of trying to drag me  everywhere and anywhere, so  I was  teaching her  to  walk nicely beside, or even better, a little  behind me.  pack leader and all that.  It  went better than with the first lesson, but that was about it -  when she was  let off leash, she was  crazier than ever, not listening a whit  to me, and when we came home,  she  inadvertently -  not! -  scared the chickens. Mia the Dumbass  makes appearance. /quadruple  sweatdrop/ Father was angry, and I admit, I should've lead her home on  a least, so   a lesson for next time.   I  intend on ignoring her today and maybe tomorrow.   Even  Mia isn't as cute as to convince me to  forgive her so quickly.  One step forth, three back.  Oh, God, just why don't  the dogs come with some kind of  an user manual? /whines/ Cat-speak, I understand.  Dog  brains...  the next greatest mystery to me,  aside  male  ones.  Sometimes, I wish we could gotten one of the ankle-biter puppies and reared them up.   Because   while Mum seems to get  the Mia Manual, I am hopelessly lost within translations.

Till next time,

Eirenei

The theme for today Who Let The Dogs Out?


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