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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