A Confession

I have a confession to make... it doesn't reflect well upon me... but for the last couple of months I've kinda, sorta, well, not been liking Reba. I know!!! Awful! The more stand offish I get, the more needy she gets. Not a nice cycle. After a conversation with Thad the other day, I've decided that I need to do better. Be better. So Reba has moved up the priority list. I'm making it a priority to take her with me to the stable when I go. This is her private time. Yesterday, I made an effort to play with her. Just her. No other dogs about. She loved it. Tail in the air, smile on her face.

I also need to get her more exercise. The limited amount she's getting just isn't cuttin' it for her. And you know what? Last night I enjoyed having her around - just like the old days. There was a time when I really enjoyed working her. Then I listened to too many people, and stopped following my gut. I need to listen to myself and follow my instincts where she's concerned. Because she's so soft and sensitive, she's challenging to work. I need to look at myself when she's making mistakes, accept them, figure out how to help her, and move on. And not be frustrated with her. If she were a child I wouldn't be getting mad, I'd be problem solving. This is my confession. It's not a nice one. The resolution is to do a better job with her so she can reach her full potential. And to enjoy her for who she is.

Because she's a nice dog, one I'm lucky to have in my life.