I don’t think it will shock most people to learn that Flattery is always evolving her tactics. When it comes to getting what she wants, she spares no expense and will go the distance required to get it. Sometimes, okay, most of the time, I really admire her determination, but on occasion it can be downright aggravating. Lately, she’s been getting more and more insistent about being taken with us when we leave the house. I suspect that she thinks we’re joined at the hip.
Over the past few months, she’s gotten the idea more and more that we should not leave the house without her, even if it’s just a quick potty break for Bunny and she doesn’t need to go. It started with her stalking me while I’m getting ready in the bathroom. I often find her laying outside the bathroom door in the hallway. As a matter of fact, Mr. Taleteller has joked about putting a dog bed there, which would probably result in one of the two humans breaking a neck.
In any event, Flattery is my devoted sentry and no one is getting in (or more importantly) or out of the bathroom without her knowledge. When I open the door, she still lays there, usually until my husband comes in to take his shower while I put on make up. At that point, she’ll come in, ask to be petted and then lay down on the shower mat behind me. Sometimes, she’ll lay literally right behind my feet. No amount of cajoling or threatening motivates her to go to the living room and chill out on the couch. She can’t risk missing anything.
The new tactic just started. As we were getting ready to visit the nursing home the other night, she caught on that something different than just relaxing in front of the television was about to happen. She went into hyper vigilant mode, making sure that she had at least one sighthound eye on me at all times. I was trying to find a few things for them to wear to spread some holiday cheer as we did our visit and both of them were hot on my heels as I went into the spare bedroom where we keep their extra things.
At that point, Flattery decided it was time to go all out in her campaign to make sure I was taking her. She decided that she was going to join herself to my hip, literally. Wherever I went, she was plastered to my hip. My husband would sacrifice a limb to get Küster to heel that attentively. Three times, I nearly tripped and fell over her and every darned time I told her to go lay down, but she was having none of it.
She was so determined that I thought her face might have actually become attached to me in some way. I checked to see if her tags were caught on my clothes, but they weren’t. I put a wreath collar around her neck, hoping to pacify her so I could take care of Bunny, but she was not giving up. When I went into the kitchen to get their red coats, I’m surprised she didn’t grow thumbs to help put it on. It’s the most cooperative she’s ever been about putting her jacket on.
When the back door finally opened, she was on a mission, practically flying out to the hallway. The leash couldn’t be clipped on fast enough. At least the door opening removed her from my hip and leg. I have to admire her spirit and determination, even though it was aggravating at the time. I’m glad that she likes going with us, as opposed to the days of Lilac who would do anything to avoid getting in the car. I just hope that her next bright idea doesn’t involve me ending up in a cast or with a black eye.