Friday, 17 December 2010
On Tuesday at 12pm, Lola had her second lot of injections. She was supposed to stay in for another two weeks, and I agreed vaguely, nodding along at the right moments to the vetinarian.
On Wednesday afternoon, she had her first brief walk - five minutes on a field where dogs aren't supposed to go, really. She was on-lead to give her the experience of walking, walking on-lead and walking on-grass. She seemed to enjoy it.
Yesterday, however, she had her first real walk--about fifty minutes of trawling across Alkies park. Jess & Jenny's Cairn terrier, Millie, shot off as usual, only returning for their infrequently disposed treats. Lola, on the other hand, stuck behind my leg the entire time. She was off-lead but clipped to a dragging long lead, so that if she was startled or over-excited by something, I could grab or stand on the lead to stop her bolting to or from whatever it was. I didn't want her chasing a cat into the road, or running from a big dog, etc.
However, she did great! She ignored the five or so dogs that we saw out (even though Jess, whilst on-lead around a Dalmatian (she's had trouble with them recently, perhaps because they're so big & bouncy), had devolved into a grumbling, lunging mass at the end of her lead), and literally stuck to me like glue. In order to practice her whistle-recall, I actually had to run away from her several times and whistle as she was running after me. Argh.
We got back, and the dogs all died in the living room, in various states of exhaustion.