DÃa gets better every day, every night i spoon with her, every time the garage opens she’s less awfulness unleashed upon the world while still mostly being leashed.
We took a spin around the Eagle last week, to stretch her legs and see how she reacted to the bike. Magnificently, of course. Trotting a wheel’s width away at pace. Then i upped the challenge and rode us to school in traffic to ride the girls home. I whopped her once in the face with the 4 inch-wide tire on the PhattyCatty, the moment was there to teach her a lesson about crossing under the bike. I am 6x heavier than DÃa, I am immune with stability. She learns even small mistakes upon me result in comic-book *POWS* to her snout. The best part is she sees me trying so hard to hold back.
Good Dog.
There is a crack in her cranium, for intellect. I haven’t figured it out just yet, its tirelessly spinning away from me. but i am getting closer. It is facing me more and more while she reels after the cats, then it stares at me. She doesn’t stop, then she is still, and snuggles next to me all night. 8hrs of nonstop nonpissing. I am a dog-whisperer.
self-ay
She barked at her food dish filled with Kila’s old food. Was it stale, or full of death, or bland vs puppy formula? I thinked upon it that she just didn’t like the metallic slap of her new tag against it. She ate it empty after i took off her collar. Then ate the collar. She jumped on a chair to jump to the table to lick plates. She knocked a pizza off the counter. She walked on the end table. She is a cat and a dog, with the best of both.
Friday we rode slowly out in the dark to Tequila Tree, saw 1 person in 8 miles of 99% dirt. Nothing but the night and my wheel to fixate La Diabla. As I was wobbling up to the saddle she dodged, hopped adroitly, meat-shadowed, dazzled.
We rested at the Tree, and as I sipped in the Valley lights…
…i noticed her fretting, flailing, gnashing.
“OMFG, the dog got a chollaball. I have to find the ball NOW!!!!
*blink*
i have to get my gloves on NOW!!!!’
I held her mouth shut facedown in the dirt while i grabbed a glove, another. Running my hands lightly over her, taking out a big bit and a small one.
Removing a glove, she only had a few spines in her muzzle and none i could find in her mouth, most of the damage was 2 feet. Just!In!Time!! SAR on top of the mountain, we are better friends for it. We saw 4 deer on the ride down.