Well, orders are slow and bound to get slower due to my most recent cancellation. I’m not worried though. In reality, I will always be fine and forced to keep my head above water, because I have a tiny, hairy Mexican man who depends on me to do so.
No, I’m not gay. I’m a chihuahua owner. Also, I kind of like it when business is going slowly, as it frees up time for the important things in life. These to me, are long walks where I let my wee man lead the way to see where we end up. Moreover, I’m pretty sure that over the past year, if I had a camera follow me around, I’d be able to make some kind of sitcom.
You see, my dog Chico (as far as I am concerned) has free will. He knows that in our apartment, I make the rules and he has to live by my schedule. As soon as we are outside, he is in charge, and I have to live by his. In this case, when I want to go in one direction and he wants to go in another, I usually get this look:
Then there is a stalemate of sorts before we go where he wants. I have also noticed that if I make a habit of not acquiescing to Chico’s walking desires, he will get into the habit of running ahead. This way, he can take whatever route he wants and force me to follow. My dog, if you like, is super intelligent and quite manipulative. This is why I can not understand something which has been the bane of our lives for the past year.
When we moved into our present apartment, Chico was scared of the floor. In this case, I had to carpet the place with throws and rugs. Then he got over it. Rugs were drastically reduced in number and life was as it was before floor fear. Sadly, one morning I woke up to water gushing into my lounge thanks to a burst mains pipe running through the wall. (Maltese building standards are a joke.)
Needless to say, Chico’s floor fear immediately returned with avengeance. The only solution was bigger rugs and precise rug placement coordination. i.e. Rugs and mats needed to all connect so that Chico could have uninterrupted free reign on our apartment.
Thankfully, Chico realized over time, that parts of the floor which are un-rugged, are in fact solid. In this case, for the past 6-months, we have been almost rug free. However, suddenly, out of the blue, abject floor fear is back!
Last night, Chico didn’t come to bed. I realized this morning, that this was due to there being no safe carpeted route to the bedroom. Worse, he hadn’t even been able to make it to his second favorite place, the sofa. Instead, he had spent the night marooned on his dog bed by my desk.
With floor fear now having fully returned, I keep looking over and seeing Chico state back at me in worried horror, as if to say, “how come you aren’t bothered by this? We have no floor anymore!” And I just don’t understand it.
What changed? I have the same floor tiles as a friend I see every day, there Chico trots in without a care in the world, and heads straight for wherever catnip might be found. Moreover, he was cured of this phobia.
So, as I take a sabbatical from orders, I have decided to finally try and get to the bottom of this. In this case, does anyone else have a dog which seems super intelligent, but also suffers from bouts of irrational floor fear?