You’ve heard of first world problems. But your true suffering comes from Dog World Problems.
Just a few words for new S’Waggers who don’t know the bike cart saga: We wanted Honey to learn how to ride in our bike cart so she could go more places with us. She hated the thing. We spent months working with a trainer to build up her tolerance for it.
At the same time, we had an extremely fearful foster dog, Cherie. She was terrified of everything. Except the bike cart. Here she is showing off.
Do I Think About Dogs Too Much?
That’s so funny that she liked the bike cart. With fearful dogs, they can really surprise you. Our first breakthrough with Maggie was taking her to the dog park…she LOVED it! Who would have thought!
I am VERY much going through this right now. Bauer and I have never really “bonded” – I always say, Snoopy is Chris’s dog, Jeni is my dog, and Bauer is the dogs’ dog. Combine that with the recent discovery of his hip dysplasia which is totally not his fault but frustrating anyway, and I have been very “meh” on Bauer lately.
Now bring in our new three legged foster who is technically ours right now anyway – this dog is the SWEETEST thing in the world, best cuddler, bonded with me immediately, follows me around, sleeps next to me etc. and boy do I want to keep him. I love Bauer and I know the foster’s perfect home is out there somewhere but boy… lots of conflicting guilty feelings going on right now, that’s for sure!
I had to giggle. Sorry, Honey. Maybe you would rather be trained to run alongside your humans while they’re on two wheels?
Oh boy! At my house I think my jealousy would cure any issues like that. I have found myself doing and taking things I don’t usually do just to spite my little sister. Mom says I need to grow up and put my big girl fur on.
LOL. I do remember your bike cart saga. It is, in fact, one of the reasons I never tried one with Silas. Maybe I should, though–he might take to it like Cherie.
*gasps*
I, too, remember the bike-cart saga. Poor Honey! Can’t say as I blame her — she wanted to be NEXT to you, not in a cart like a bag of groceries! Maybe Cherie felt safe in the cart because it was similar to a crate?
Oh, how I wish Scottie Dad would let me foster! He’s afraid I’d foster fail again and again. Then, we’d have a full Scottie House! Happy Wordless Wednesday, friends. Much love, The Scottie Mom.
Mr. N is always my favorite but I have a sneaking suspicion that the boyfriend prefers Foster Pup Onyxx’s mellower personality to Mr. N’s.
Bless her. Clearly Honey is just pushing you to better yourself and come up with a more appeal solution for her.
And if they don’t Honey you just pack up your bags and move in here with me!!
I am always amazed at the individuality of dogs and their total unpredictability. That bike cart kind of scares me though.