What it’d be like to have an “easy” dog.
Tonight, I spent some time reading up on corgis and not letting them jump off furniture. I got really grateful that Fawkes doesn’t do that. This is important for later.
After taking Fawkes out for his last pee of the night, during which he got super stubborn and refused to go for 10 minutes, I got ready to spray his paws with medication the vet prescribed.
Now, Fawkes hates getting sprayed with anything. We have a spray on conditioner that we can’t use on him unless we wet our hands with the product and then rub all over his coat. The paw spray was no exception. Once he saw the bottle, he started frapping around the apartment like a maniac.
I let him wear himself out, since he’s pretty unstoppable once he starts. When he finally got tired, I was able to scoop him up and put him on the couch. Once he was “trapped” there, I was finally able to spray his paws and finish up. Yay, or so I thought.
As a reward (even though he hadn’t been good), I went to get him some ice while he was still on the couch. The moment the fridge started spitting out ice, I heard a thump and then the pitter-patter of paws. Yes, the little brat had jumped off the couch at the sound of his frozen treat.
So, after a long pee walk, a wild frap session, and a struggle to spray his paws, I couldn’t even enjoy the knowledge that he doesn’t jump off furniture!
But then when I came out of the bathroom from getting ready for bed and saw him sitting there waiting for me, he looked dejected, as if I had abandoned him. So I picked him up, told him it’s okay, and put him to bed.
There’s always something to worry about when caring for a dog. Last week, it was when he slipped out of his harness and almost ran out to the streets. Then, it was his paw biting and food allergy. Now, I’m mentally going through all the times when he walked down stairs and hoping there won’t be any damage.
But when I remember how trusting he gets when he’s in my arms, I know there can be no other way. He’s my dog, and even when he gives me gray hair or stress wrinkles, I’ll still want to cuddle him and tell him everything’s okay.