Smelling the daffodils

My poor puppers is sick today. I feel like such a bad dog parent sitting here at work when she’s feeling so yucky at home. Not that there is much I can do for her now, other than keep her company. Poor doggy. Hopefully the worst is over and she’s able to sleep the nastiness away.

The past two weeks have been pretty crazy in dogland. I can’t help but wonder if that’s one of the causes. She’s had a lot of new experiences lately.

First, we had out-of-town visitors staying with us for six days last week. We don’t have many new people come into our home. In the time Shiva has been with us, it’s only happened a handful of times and guests have never stayed beyond a couple of hours. We’re such social butterflies, eh? This is something we should probably change given that The Shivster is a pretty reluctant host. I think our proclivities for quiet nights by ourselves is part of the reason she’s hanging on to some of her territorial behaviours. Not that she didn’t impress all of us with how well she received our guests given the circumstances. A bit of barking now and then, but nothing too wild. She acted with great courage, even warmed up enough to start inviting the scary strangers to play by bringing them her Kong. That action alone made me beam.

Second, we’ve kept Shiva pretty busy with agility classes. Our usual session at Fetch on Friday night, where she went on the teeter for the first time and aced it. Woo hoo! Then on Saturday we attended an afternoon-long workshop given by an instructor who trained with Susan Garrett. The day itself was awesome and I learned so much. Shiva had a blast sniffing new smells, meeting new dogs and people, and playing new games. By the time we got home, we all were ready to flop down in front of the television.

Thus, perhaps Shiva is just a little worn out from all the craziness and this is her body’s way of telling her to slow down. Her confidence has been soaring as she rushes into each new day. I don’t want to hold her back when she’s blasting through all of our highest expectations, but maybe it’s time to let her take a breather. Just for a little while.

As an aside, Shiva’s resilience humbles me. If I was feeling as bad as she probably was yesterday, I would have curled up on the couch and complained to anyone who would listen. Not my dog. Two seconds after a particularly brutal moment, she was back to bouncing around the room and begging for treats. Dogs are so much better than people in this regard. They don’t waste time feeling sorry for themselves; they just go back to living life to the fullest.