The Daily Indicator
Every morning Michael takes the dogs for a walk. They leave around 7:15 and get back by 7:30. I sit in my office, quietly reading and typing, waiting for the key indicator of how the day is going to go. Some days, they leave and the door reopens after just a few minutes, a dog comes through and the door shuts again. That would be Solo getting kicked off his walk. Usually because the neighbors cat is out. This would be a BAD sign. Other days, they come back, I hear SIT and they both get treats. This is a GOOD sign.
Solo is a Black and Tan Coonhound (maybe some Rottie in there), which means he is a perpetually 2-yr old. Tantrums, fits, meltdowns, the whole bit. On a good day, these don’t start until about 4pm. And then it is just a waiting game until Michael the play buddy gets home. With the kids back in school, I can take the dogs for a walk around 2pm (just barely miss the school buses) and sometimes the fits will hold off until play buddy gets home. On a bad day, they start right after lunch. And then, it is me or him. One of us is going out the front door.
Walks, running an errand, a trip to Starbucks, they all do the trick. Just a quick break from the fit that Solo can work himself into. Even Annabelle needs a break sometimes. She will bring him a toy, chase him off the couch. Once in a while, I even throw them in the car and take them for a ride. But I don’t want to make a habit of rewarding his bad behavior with a car ride.
Today, the grade is good. They came home and both got treats. Let’s see how long it lasts.