I am so proud of my puppy. She never ceases to amaze me with just how good she is. She tries so hard to do the right thing. Sometimes her control slips and then other times she seems completely bomb-proof.
Take yesterday, for example. On our morning run down the power line trail, Shiva was so happy to be off leash for the first time in over a week that she forgot her training. She ignored a very easy recall to try to entice a disinterested Border Collie to play. When he turned her down repeatedly, she ignored me again and jumped on the Border Collie’s surprised human, causing her to trip. It was all very circa 2009. Needless to say, I felt about three inches tall.
However, last night at home, Shiva was so focused and so calm, I actually risked letting the foster kitten walk around on the floor in front of her. Not only did nothing happen but she controlled herself enough to look at me for a reward every time she felt herself getting excited. It was a major success!
I find myself struggling to reconcile the nutty Shiva of the morning with the solid Shiva of the night. I never know which I am going to get these days. She is either going to be awesome or she is going to lose her mind. It’s always a gamble. Exercise is definitely a factor but the stimulus doesn’t seem to matter at all. Sometimes she barely looks up as a jogger passes us on the trail, other times she goes insane over a blowing paper bag.
Shiva has two faces. I guess I just need to keep on my toes and be grateful for the times she keeps it together. That way, when she does behave, we can party all the harder.