Being a pet owner is a lot of work. In my adult life, I’ve had four pets.
First, there was Sanchez. A male beta fish that I always forget to feed. Now, he lives in a tank that’s mounted on the wall in the hallway, so I never forget to feed him.
Then, there were the tortoises, Hurley and Mia. They’ve been hibernating since November. I have nothing to report other than they’re boring, but will be awake and humping soon, because that’s what tortoises do.
And then there’s Riley. Good ol’ Riley.
He hasn’t been through any obedience training yet, and it’s my own fault. We’re starting this month, though, as soon as I decide which place will work the best for us.
In the meantime, I would love to start taking him on training walks with me, because it’d be awesome exercise for him and I get to show him off, which I love doing. Only problem is that he usually ends up acting like Phillip the Hyper Hypo and turning the walk into a huge chore.
Bring in the
Gentle Leader. It’s a leash type thing that goes around a dog’s nose and takes all of their strength and power out of their neck and into the front of their face, where they don’t have a whole heck of a lot of power.
One of the Petsmart employees put it on him, and of course he immediately hated it. My dog’s front paws are like hands, so he was almost able to completely pull it off. Funny as hell, but then he got used ot it and was eventually walking around the store like a very nice dog.
I mean, he’s a whole hell of a lot of work and money and time, but man, he’s really worth it.
Funny that as I was typing this, my precious little puppy was having a bit of trouble adjusting to his new leash-type deviced and was taking his frustration out in running laps around my apartment that resulted in a completely broken lamp and bedside table. Darn. I guess that means a trip to IKEA.
And now, my special needs dog is pouting in the corner of the dining room. It’s another wild and crazy Saturday night here in apartment #111.