When The Going Gets Tough

by Houndstooth on

This week, it hasn’t been much of a secret that we’ve been trying to get back into our walking routine and get the Idita Walk started off on the right foot.  Sunday, we got a ton of snow dumped on us, but we weren’t going to miss the first day of the walk.  Monday, it was really cold on top of the mountains of snow, but Bunny, Flattery and I made a thirty five minute trek through the tundra anyway.

I made a mental list Monday of the things I should have dug out for us to wear and didn’t, like long underwear, dog boots and Yak Trax.  Since Flattery had acted like her corn was bothering her on Sunday, I put her Therapaw boot on Monday afternoon before we left the house, reasoning that putting it on before she got snow and ice between her toes could only be a good thing.  She hobbled along the entire walk on her other three feet, even after I loosened the boot and checked to be sure it was on right.  Methinks we might have a wee drama queen on our hands.

Snow Hounds -- Tales and Tails

Snow Hounds

Tuesday, Mother Nature decided to have a little more fun with me.  It got just warm enough that the ice on the roads turned to slush.  This meant no Yak Trax and no boots for the girls, because I didn’t want them to get all wet and make the girls miserable in them.  I had my long underwear on and soon began to feel like a snowman on a hot day.  If only I could melt a few pounds away, alas, it was not to be.

Throughout it all, one thing remained a constant.  Flattery was not a happy camper.  When one member of the party is not a happy camper, you can all quickly become rather unhappy.  Sunday, she didn’t like getting wet in the snow.  Monday, she didn’t like the boot or the ice.  Tuesday, well, I have no idea what her problem was, but she pulled Blueberry’s old jackass routine on me the entire length of the walk.  Flattery kept walking slower and slower, until she was as far behind us as she could get, with the leash threatening to sever my hand off at the wrist.

Tuckered Out -- Tales and Tails

Tuckered Out

Each and every attempt to convince her to hurry up and walk with Bunny and I was met with even more mulish behavior.  If I tried to hurry her up to walk between us, she began hopping on her foot.  Now the foot might be more sensitive to cold, but I have checked and rechecked and right now, there is no evidence of corn to bother her.  It seems highly suspicious that she only started hobbling when she was not being allowed to pout at the far end of the leash.

I began to have images of the people on High Street calling the ASPCA on us and reporting me for abusing this poor, downtrodden little creature who only needed a little tin cup to begin begging for alms for the poor.  I tried not to dwell on the images that also flashed through my head of strangling her with the leash.  Flattery is an incredibly stubborn dog and I know that there’s no way to outmatch her in the stubborn department; you have to try to outsmart her in some other way.  I knew it, and yet I still found myself entering into a contest of wills with her.

Flattery's Purple Coat -- Tales and Tails

The Stubborn Hound

Once again, like in those days of walking with Blueberry, I sincerely considered calling Mr. Taleteller to come and pick her up.  When the going gets tough, there’s nothing more tempting than sitting down in the snow and having a good sulk, but it was too wet for that.  I made up my mind that we were going to persevere, and by that point, we were more than halfway along our route, so going forward made more sense than going back.  I took a deep breath and let it out.  This was followed by another.  On the third breath, I looked down and made eye contact with Bunny.  She gave me a meaningful look.

Bunny:  You know, this is supposed to be fun and relaxing and help you unwind.  When you get mad, it’s counterproductive.

Me:  You’re right!

Bunny:  Of course I am!  They didn’t name me Bank On Benefit for nothing.

Me:  I suppose you’re going to tell me that if Flattery ends up making us all mad and miserable then she wins.

Bunny:  I see you’re finally catching on to the game!

Me:  And you propose that we relax and enjoy the rest of the walk, regardless of the third wheel back there?

Bunny:  Who back where?

Me:  Precisely!

And so, we walked the rest of the way at Bunny’s pace, enjoying ourselves and taking in the last rays of the setting sun.  Flattery actually started walking with a lot more pep in her step when she realized we were headed towards home and decided to keep up with us without looking like a burro behind us.  The truth is, I’ve been worried that Bunny would be the one who might not be able to keep up with us this winter, since she’s officially gained senior status, but she continues to surprise me.  We made a pact to just leave Flattery behind on some of the tougher days from now on so that we can go out and actually enjoy ourselves.  I’m sure being left behind won’t suit Flattery, either, so we’ll see how it goes.  I just know that I don’t want to turn something that we do to enjoy ourselves and have fun into something that becomes a battle.  I also don’t want the neighbors calling the Greyhound Abuse Hotline on me.

Bunny's Pink Coat -- Tales and Tails

The Stalwart Hound

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14 Responses to "When The Going Gets Tough"
  1. all that snow makes me understand why bears hibernate during winter

  2. Yes I Know My Dogs Look Funny says:

    I’ve tried everything on Bettina from carrying her for a short while to feeding her hotdog pieces as we walked along and nothing has changed her mulish behavior. Despite the fact that I am as stubborn as she am, there are times when if you can’t beat them, you join them. So now we all sit on the couch where it’s nice and warm.

  3. Two French Bulldogs says:

    It’s to cold to walk. I say walk around the heater
    Lily & Edward

  4. Emma says:

    Katie can’t walk very fast any more, so she is always way behind and it is starting to bother mom’s back with having to be positioned oddly, but otherwise, we aren’t stubborn.

  5. Mary says:

    That sounds like Roxy. Some days she just refuses to walk. At least I can pick her up. Same thing though, we start heading home, and all of a sudden she is the walking queen. ((SIGH))

  6. Dory and the Mama says:

    Poor Mrs. T……I just had to giggle because Flattery sounds like a certain 13 year old Lhasa that lives in our house whose name (Bilbo) we won’t mention….at least he is only 7 lbs and carry-able.

  7. Sue Dyer says:

    Glad despite Flattery, you and Bunny had a good walk. Hope it was just stubbornness with Flattery and not that she was in pain or not feeling well.

    You all take care when you are out. Sue, Polly & Honey

  8. Amy Boyer says:

    Dear me, I totally sympathize with Flattery. That weather makes me want to go back to bed. That said, she is one beautiful diva.

  9. Flattery, the photo of you on the sofa looks like you got wet and miserable on the walk!
    My Power sometimes doesn’t want to go far, but I attribute it to his sore feet from the toes being broken and dislocated during a race!

  10. SGilbert says:

    Flattery is your diva in training! Strong will dogs are so much fun trying to outsmart them into doing what you want… I have one! Dogs are like children they all have different personalities and they act out!

  11. Sara, oreo & chewy says:

    Hmmm…I wonder what would’ve happened if a squirrel crossed your path?

  12. If we walked Flattery and Bentley together, turtles would zoom past us! LOL! Stubborn is hard to move!

  13. The Sparking Synapse says:

    When we walk our two, Sid and I often have to wait to let the Jeffie and OH catch up with us, because Sid likes to gallop along as fast as possible (being a tripod he finds it easier) and Jeffie is a slow old thing. It’s the way it goes sometimes ..

    Just a thought though: Sid’s corn was almost entirely buried inside his pad. Could this be true of Flattery’s corn too?

  14. Jodi says:

    We’ve been battling this ourselves. Monday the D-Dog outright refused to walk with boots so she stayed home. This morning neither one of them got up with me so I skipped our morning walk. Maybe they’ll be more appreciative this afternoon. 😉

    I do know what you mean about attitude sullying the walk, I need to keep this in mind, since my two seem determined at times to put me in a foul mood.

    Hang in there!

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