Until a few weeks ago, I was bringing Prada to work with me, because my apartment manager was doing some construction right outside my door. It was a pretty sweet set-up, really. It was still warm enough for her to spend most of the day sleeping in the car, with a couple of potty breaks and a visit inside for Prada to get loved on by my coworkers.
And now she has to stay at home. After all that excitement and affection (not to mention the treats I know some of my coworkers have in their desk drawers for just such an occasion), being left behind is not high on Prada's to-do list.
Prior to coming to work with me, Prada was really good about being left alone, as long as we followed a routine--I'd put her in a down-stay and set a treat in front of her. I would release her from the stay once I was ready to open the door and leave.
But a situation arose, and her routine was disrupted. Now, we've got to start fresh, and the old routine hasn't been working. Prada has been showing her displeasure with me by barking. Not really excessively--or not excessively if I didn't leave for work fairly early in the morning, when some of my neighbors are still asleep.
For the last couple of weeks, I've been leaving her in the bathroom, hoping the more enclosed space and limited stimulations would help keep her calm--and if not, that the two doors between her and my front door would keep the noise down. It was mostly the latter, and I've been trying to figure out what my other options are.
This morning, though, I noticed that as I was getting ready in my bedroom, Prada was chilling in the living room. She was very calm, so I decided to roll with it. I've learned that if I address her, or sometimes even look at her, she gets excited, so I ignored her as I pulled on my coat and grabbed my purse and left. I was already to the first landing when she barked, just four times--and more importantly, it was more of a "what?" bark than an "come back and get me right now!" bark. And then, blessed silence.
So I decided not to go back and get my glasses.
Sometimes, things don't go as planned. Sometimes, you need to make a new plan. And sometimes, you just need to pay attention to what your dog is telling you. But the most important thing to remember is that it's not always going to be smooth sailing. Keep your perspective--your dog loves you, and isn't actively trying to piss you off.
Speaking of perspective, my friend Donna sent me this:
|Because from your dog's perspective, there is nothing wrong with her, either.|