Here it is nine months since Rosie came into my life and I am pleased to tell you I have nothing special to report about her. As the weather gets warmer I do have to be more careful about letting her come with me on walks, given her compromised respiratory system. She’s way better now than before her surgery, but she’ll never be an athlete. I can’t take her far and I can’t expect fast. Heat + effort + a partially blocked trachea = potential for over-stress. For Rosie it could be fatal. When I take her with me I plan on short, slow walks, with plenty of stops to wait for her to catch up on her own time.
I am still taking it slow and careful when it comes to how I behave around her, too. No harsh words. No thoughtless actions. She’s still automatically submissive, but I’d like to think maybe not as much as she was. I don’t expect this aspect of our relationship to change much over time.
Rosie is settling in nicely. She appears to feel this really is her home and that means she’s bolder. She’s become more demanding about getting attention, which I take as a positive. She barks more, which I also see as positive — though I must say I don’t always have a clue what she’s barking at. But she doesn’t take anything too far. She only once chewed a shoe. She doesn’t go in the garbage, though she seems to feel the compost pile needs thorough and regular examination. No cat chasing. No horse chasing. Bunnies… well, that’s another story.
She also has taken it upon herself to remind me when it’s time to do things. Time to get up. Time to feed horses. Time to feed Rosie. Hurry up and feed those blasted cats so Rosie can get fed, would you Lif? Time to lay her night-time bed on the floor. Time for a treat. Time for a pet. Who knew Rosie would be such a task-master!
All in all, I’ve got a good little dog here. She’ll likely never be “normal” but so what. Neither am I.
I have other news to report. Check out my next post!