Tuesday, March 10, 2009
My how things have changed.
When my human first got me, and for many years after that, he used to fantasize that one day he'd be rich and could afford to have me trained to not run away. Really. He did.
What he didn't realize is that it just takes time. When you love a dog... really love him... over time, he'll develop an almost unhealthy need to be near you. I never thought I'd be that way, but I am. Throughout the ups and downs he and I have gone through together, he has been the one constant... the one thing I could count on.
So, whereas he used to block the front door to keep me from running out... NOW, he just leaves the door open. Sometimes, the gate, too.
I've always loved going for drives. But used to be, going to Lowe's on a leash was a big treat. NOW, I ride EVERYDAY with him to town. We go to a restaurant and I either wait inside... or he opens the door and let's me join him outside while he eats. No leash, mind you.
If we're driving down the road and I have to pee, even, he just pulls over and lets me jump out with dignity to do my business.
All that having been said... if for any reason he ever touches the walking leash, I still freak out with joy. Old habits die hard, I guess.
(and they say dogs have no memory!)