The little girl is starting to PLAY!!! I have a rope ball, a rope with a rope shaped ball on the end that I huck for Tessa to fetch. Diva likes to come up and bump the rope with her nose. Everyday I've been working with her on playing. Relentlessly trying to get her to engage. Tonight, she grabbed on to that toy and tugged. Really tugged. She got completely into it with grunting, whining sounds - shades of Luke. Even going so far as to jump up on me when I took it away from her, trying to get to it. This was a very exciting moment for me. Exactly what the doctor ordered after my week.
Tessa has been driving me nuts. Into wild internal rages. Deep, dark, foul moods. Tessa, whom I've been giving meds to for years has suddenly taken to trying to spit them out, peeling the cheese layer off and leaving the med, gooey and gross on the floor. This infuriated me. I've had to resort to doing the drop it down the throat method and I hate that.
She's been seemingly obstinate. Not intentionally I know, but it's grating on my nerves. If I want her to go left, she goes right, and so forth. It has been a rough week all around. Not only is she getting a mint's worth of dope, but she has peed all over her beds, the jeans I left on the floor (lesson learned), and... the icing on the cake... when she pooped on my living room floor. Seriously. There is only so much I can take.
I'm not the owner who ignores their dog when it asks to go out. I'm not the owner who doesn't provide potty opportunities. Tessa is now banished. Banished to the bathroom, where its easy to clean. All week I've pondered what to do. Am I going to be the dog owner who puts the dog down - kills it - when it becomes an inconvenience? This is emphatically not the person I want to be. But what are my options if we can't get this under control? Leave her locked in jail for the remainder of her days? Kick her outside and leave her in a run for her golden years? What kind of life is that? She has to be supervised when she's outside because she doesn't make good decisions anymore. Living on a farm opens a wide field of deadly possibilities for her. Like I said, it has not been a good week - for me or Tessa.
Here's hoping Tessa and I have a better week starting now...