Out walking on the canal yesterday, met two Angels! Before going out I had phoned the rspca, and the dog behaviour people they recommended, and received advice - some useful, some bonkers. Main thing I got from it was not to become involved in Lola’s problems, but to act matter of fact and confident, as though everything was going swimmingly, and BE IN CHARGE. I did start out with intentions such as these, but somewhere along the way I identified too much with HER problems and HER feelings (which is an occupational hazard when you are a Sensitive). So we began afresh, as we mean to go on. I was in charge, I had the lead, and we went where I wanted to go. There was some resistance, firmly overcome. I actually found it a relief to have her on the lead, it removed my anxiety about what might happen, and nothing did.
As we went under the motorway bridge, I saw a man peering at us from behind a pillar. Not being in the mood to chat, I walked on. Then he appeared at the other side of the pillar, still looking intently at us. Then he stepped forward.
“Excuse me,” he said, “what is that?” Overjoyed to find Lola is a Patterdale cross, he immediately launched into the story of his own Patterdale, which he has had two years now, from a pup, and which he is only just beginning to get anywhere with.
I knew the Angels had sent him and his delightful redhaired wife, since this was exactly what I needed to hear! And I had only had Lola four months, and from a bad background. So I was not doing as badly as I thought.
It got better. We exchanged numbers, they are on a boat at Burnley, and promise to bring their Patterdale (appropriately named Scamp in a flash of intuition, before they knew what a trouble he would be) to meet Lola and help her socialise.
I do believe in Angels!
As we went under the motorway bridge, I saw a man peering at us from behind a pillar. Not being in the mood to chat, I walked on. Then he appeared at the other side of the pillar, still looking intently at us. Then he stepped forward.
“Excuse me,” he said, “what is that?” Overjoyed to find Lola is a Patterdale cross, he immediately launched into the story of his own Patterdale, which he has had two years now, from a pup, and which he is only just beginning to get anywhere with.
I knew the Angels had sent him and his delightful redhaired wife, since this was exactly what I needed to hear! And I had only had Lola four months, and from a bad background. So I was not doing as badly as I thought.
It got better. We exchanged numbers, they are on a boat at Burnley, and promise to bring their Patterdale (appropriately named Scamp in a flash of intuition, before they knew what a trouble he would be) to meet Lola and help her socialise.
I do believe in Angels!
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