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Apparently, everyone in LA has a fan club.
Mine weighs 17 lbs and is covered in white fur. She's a West Highland Terrier that answers (when she chooses) to the name of Scout.
I am referred to by my sister and parents as her Auntie. I'm also Auntie to my parents dog, but, other than letting him sleep on my bed a couple of times, we don't have much of a rapport.
But Scout? I've scooped her poop. I walk her about a mile most mornings. It's the fun way to get her over to my folks house so that she can spend the day there.
Unlike most dogs who occasionally scrape their back feet in the grass, Scout will scrape all of them in a wild fandango of pure joy at being out in the world.
I'm amazed at how much 17 lbs can weigh when it's at the end of a leash and flat to the ground. I'm working on getting her trained a little better. Frankly, I think it's why the dogs like me. I say what I mean and react the same way every time. Poor Oliver -- Scout's brother at my parents' house -- has been whapped and petted for the exact same behavior in the space of an hour. Mom's not terribly consistent.
But if he's naughty, I make him go outside. Once he's allowed back in, he's very happy, and, this is the important part, stops doing naughty things -- or at least the same naughty things.
Scouts my buddy, though. She'll just come and curl up quietly against me. According to Sis, and I've heard it once in awhile, she'll lay outside my door and whimper until I'm ready to get up.
She's a sweetie, but, boy, do dogs take alot of work.
One thing that's become clear to me is that as much as I like having the pup around, I miss![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eanja's cat. I'm definitely more naturally a cat person.
Still, it's nice to have someone who looks forward to seeing me and thinks having me around is a treat. Even if she does bury my underwear in the back yard occasionally.
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In other news, I'm enjoying going to Curves. It really helps me work out my frustrations. I really hated collapsing there today due to a small tachycardic episode.
Damn, damn, damn.
Mine weighs 17 lbs and is covered in white fur. She's a West Highland Terrier that answers (when she chooses) to the name of Scout.
I am referred to by my sister and parents as her Auntie. I'm also Auntie to my parents dog, but, other than letting him sleep on my bed a couple of times, we don't have much of a rapport.
But Scout? I've scooped her poop. I walk her about a mile most mornings. It's the fun way to get her over to my folks house so that she can spend the day there.
Unlike most dogs who occasionally scrape their back feet in the grass, Scout will scrape all of them in a wild fandango of pure joy at being out in the world.
I'm amazed at how much 17 lbs can weigh when it's at the end of a leash and flat to the ground. I'm working on getting her trained a little better. Frankly, I think it's why the dogs like me. I say what I mean and react the same way every time. Poor Oliver -- Scout's brother at my parents' house -- has been whapped and petted for the exact same behavior in the space of an hour. Mom's not terribly consistent.
But if he's naughty, I make him go outside. Once he's allowed back in, he's very happy, and, this is the important part, stops doing naughty things -- or at least the same naughty things.
Scouts my buddy, though. She'll just come and curl up quietly against me. According to Sis, and I've heard it once in awhile, she'll lay outside my door and whimper until I'm ready to get up.
She's a sweetie, but, boy, do dogs take alot of work.
One thing that's become clear to me is that as much as I like having the pup around, I miss
eanja's cat. I'm definitely more naturally a cat person.Still, it's nice to have someone who looks forward to seeing me and thinks having me around is a treat. Even if she does bury my underwear in the back yard occasionally.
***
In other news, I'm enjoying going to Curves. It really helps me work out my frustrations. I really hated collapsing there today due to a small tachycardic episode.
Damn, damn, damn.
