So the past month has been "Operation Max." After the tick infestation earlier this year I've been mildly obsessed with caring for this dog. It isn't that we weren't caring for him before, but I was never really all that interested. Like I said before, Max wasn't the dog that I wanted- but he's who is here- and he's a good boy. He deserves my love and attention because while he is overly hyper and a total whiner, I think he loves me back.
I've been walking him every night for the past month. I wasn't walking him often before because he is a puller. Even with the prong collar he would pull and I was too afraid he was too stupid not to impale himself. However, now he seems to be receptive to the prong collar and while he still pulls- it's much less and once we get going, he settles down.
Usually at the start of the walk he's so excited that he jumps and traipses around like a 4 year old girl with a new tutu and tiara, but then once we around the first corner he starts to calm down and stops to pee on just about every bush he can lift a leg at. Once he lifted his leg 20 times on one block.
On the weekends he usually, but not always, gets 2 walks. In the morning and then again at night. The night walks used to happen at 9:30- it was the last thing I did before getting ready for bed. However, now that he knows he will get a walk at night- as soon as it starts getting dark he starts the whining and the howling. Now on the weekends, when he knows I'm home- as soon as I get up he starts the whining and howling. Look, two walks doesn't happen EVERY WEEKEND. Most weekends. Who is walking who here anyway????
I do enjoy the walks, but sometimes it's like a baby shower. Nobody wants to go- but once you get there- it's ok. So I'm gonna put on my shoes and leash up the beast. Take him for a quick walk and then get on with my day.
But maybe it's nice, taking a few minutes to chill out before the bustle of Sunday happens. Grocery shopping, laundry, cooking. Maybe Max knows what I need.