This going home business has developed into another barometer of how Laddie is feeling. When we were first walking together he had endless ways to prevaricate and avoid getting into the car. Now, if he's having a bad day, I only have to open the tailgate and he gets up, comes over, and climbs in. There are stages in between.
Laddie and his pal Finley |
My only option is encouragement, with biscuits, to wander a few steps and give peristalsis a chance to work. He saw no reason to accommodate me. After about 10 minutes of this I was wet, wet, wet, and he simply didn't care. Then suddenly someone we knew came into the park - someone walking an interestingly mis-matched pair of dogs, a Dachshund that barks a lot and a very friendly German Shepherd bitch. She's a nice dog, and rather focused on her ball.
As soon as he saw her Laddie leaped to his feet, drew himself up to his full height (he's big for a Rough Collie) and sauntered over. She saw him, sniffed him quickly, and went off after her ball. By now Laddie's coat was waterlogged, but that didn't matter, he walked briskly after her. But she's young and ball-centred and was soon way off. A year or more ago he would have chased her, but he knows he can't do that now. But he also knows that dog walks are mainly circular, and having gone, she would return, so he lay down again and settled in to wait. It was still pouring down, and my priority was now to go home as soon as I could get Laddie back into the car.
I got out my box of biscuits, and tried to lure him back. No contest. His options are go get a biscuit or wait and socialise with a nice female. Well, what red-blooded male would choose the biscuit? In that circumstance he did what he always does: he puts his ears down against his head, looks steadfastly away from me, and simply ignores me. Water was running off my glasses and down my nose. After trying to exert my authority as Pack Leader without success I resorted to my authority as Human Being. This involves standing in front of him and taking his lead out of my pocket. It worked; he hauled himself to his feet and began to slowly plod back to the car, finding countless reasons to stop and sniff on the way, his reluctance obvious to anyone.
A winter sunrise lights up Laddie |
Some days recently he has been so poorly with his arthritis I have wondered whether it was right to extend his life. But those days are not too frequent, and on days like this when the Old Boy exhibits such character and is so full of himself and what he wants to do (especially in the case of bitches in season) and is so evidently enjoying himself, my worries are dispelled.
Whose got control of the remote control? |
When we got home and he'd been dried and fed he was alternately affectionate and frisky and a transparently happy dog. It has been such a pleasure and privilege to share our home with him. Long may it continue to be so.
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