I have been busy!! Survived the Christmas depression time. Sold two TV's and have fliers up for my trainer and mini-step. My second bedroom is looking better and better.
I had brought Smudgin aka Legs along. We played a bit and I kenneled her like I have before. I stepped from the room to be on my way to catch the Mare and YIKKKKKK, YIKKKK, YIKKK, screams Legs. Uh, oh, correction, back out, hearing quiet (you can hear quiet you know), praising quiet and leaving again. Okay, it is quiet, I can catch Josie. Little did I know she began screaming pretty much as I left the barn. DARN IT! We have separation anxiety. Shoot!
She looked happy enough on arrival . . .
Josie has been slightly neglected but is managing well. On Sunday, I called to her from the end of the lane. She made a point of turning around, that is pointing her butt at me with an I am ignoring you stance that I am familiar with. I called, walking closer only to have her look back and then away again as if to say, "I am mad at you, get a clue, talk to the hiney!". She couldn't resist my charms for long and walked to me, slipping her nose into the nose band of the halter for me to tie it in place. I gave her one of my special homemade treats and promised many more. I walked her to the barn telling her how sorry I am for this once or twice a week visiting. I tell her I thought she wouldn't mind being without saddles, brushing, blow drying, no work, etc. She gave me the look which meant its the treats and you, silly human. I wonder if it really is in that order or is she still giving me a hard time. I am hoping I do not get the nip again.
Entering the barn to the very slightly muffled screaming of Legs, I quickly cross tie Josie and begin apologizing for the pup screaming while making my way to the lounge where I had bundled her. Needless to say she was very happy to see me but I told her quiet, left the room, waited to hear no screams and went back in to tell her how good she was. We went outside with me toting the kennel and assorted blankets which I stuffed into the rig and set her up again. She remained quiet, at least I could not hear any screaming.
I rode Josie bareback for a few minutes which was probably better as she hadn't been worked for a while. She was giving her usual dirty looks at Indy, loving looks at Frank as we would pass by. I fed her and turned her back to the herd and ran back as fast as I could.
Smudgee was not upset like she was the first time. Oh, Smudgee I would never leave you.
I felt like the worst mom ever! When we got home we practiced her being all alone while I took the rest of the Jack Pack out. She made a bit of noise, was reprimanded and then enthusiastically told how good she was when she quieted. Guess I need to do more short stints.
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