there's something about becky

Some of you have been nice enough to ask how B, the “crazy dog” from the blog’s subtitle, has been doing in the last four months since we left Maine. B says thank you for your interest and concern.  It has been a little bit of a struggle at times (motel rooms and hail storms are scary!), and she definitely doesn’t like hearing all the car and apartment doors opening and closing, but she’s doing fine.

She would like to be able to go for more car rides as she loves being in the car (last winter when we had so many house showings, H would just take her with him to work every day and she’d wait in the truck, happy as can be all day); the restrictions on dogs in the canyons mean we can't take her with us on ski days.  But even though she’s a doofus about a lot of things, she learns – and depends on – routines very quickly, and heads straight to her crate when we pack up our boot bags and tell her "you're stayin'."  (It has to be said like that, with no final g.)

B has embraced the work day schedule as well: up with the alarm, a walk around the apartment complex, breakfast and then going willingly to her crate when H gets ready to leave for work.  It's “willingly” because it means she’s getting a biscuit. Day in, day out, she’s good with it, feeling safe and secure in her cozy crate.

Change just one thing in the regular routine, however, and All Bets Are Off.* H had a 6:30 a.m. conference call one morning this week which meant breakfast first, then a delay before B's walk. I had left before them and later was informed by email that B had gone to work. Apparently the schedule change was just enough to convince her that this was not a regular workday and that she would by no means be going in her crate, quietly or otherwise. Since we live in an apartment and can’t risk her whining all day, H just took her with him.

It just occurred to me that perhaps she’s smarter than I think and we’re the ones who are the doofuses.

* Bonus points if you know the reference.