Chloë Overcomes a Few of Her Fears

Chloe Sleeps In

Chloë sleeps in before a big day.

This summer’s trip was a little different. I got a lot more ice cream, for starters, and more Frozen PBBs in the car, delivered personally by Mike in little plastic cups usually reserved for white wine at parties. But even beyond the cut on my nose, this trip has also been fraught with potential mental trauma that I had to confront and conquer. It was a journey of growth and change.

  • Normally, I am wary of people I don’t know. Yet on two occasions, both days on the road when it was too hot for me to stay in the car, Mike and Heather went off to museums or someplace else I couldn’t go, and I walked off with complete strangers who Mike met surfing the Internet (actually, on Rover.com–ed.). Both times, when I might have walked off whimpering and flush with anxiety, I trotted off happily and returned the same way a few hours later. Well, the second time was a bit harder, since the sitter person had a little dog of her own who gave me bad vibes at first. But when the sitter sensed I was nervous, we cuddled, and then she took me on a walk to a dog park that was great, because I was the only dog there! If Mike and Heather ever have to leave me with a sitter on the way home, I’m sure I can handle it.
  • Logan and Chloe, Washington, DC

    Logan shared patio and toys.

    Normally, I look the other way when I see another dog. On this trip, I’ve been trying to be friendlier, at least giving dogs a sniff and a few meek wags before ignoring them. I had little choice, really. Not only am I meeting dogs in hotels, on trails, in parks and in elevators, but I’ve had to visit the homes of several: Pippa in Alexandria, Logan in Washington, D.C., Myles and Nelu in Tully, Abby in Mexico (New York, that is) and Cleo in Innisfil, Ontario. There were probably a couple more that I’ve omitted (dogs, write in and I’ll correct my slight!). I got along well with all of them, and also got to play with their toys. Logan had the best collection, by far.

  • Chloe and a Kid in Rocky Mountain National Park

    Put a treat in that hand, kid.

    Normally, when I see a kid coming, I run the other way or hide behind Heather’s legs and hope he or she goes away. On this trip, I wasn’t exactly giving them kisses, but I did let a few invade my space and place a finger or two on my body. Baby steps.

Heck, I even survived an intense lightning and thunder storm while stranded alone in the house Mike and Heather rented. Boy, was I brave that night, if I do have to say so myself. I have to admit, however, that I gave Mike an extra enthusiastic welcome when he finally walked through the front door. I’m still a work in progress.

 

3 responses to “Chloë Overcomes a Few of Her Fears

  1. Lady Nightwave Brenda Marie

    My dachshund barks to warn everyone about the thunder. She has to let everyone know and make sure we are all safe.

  2. You are a good little traveler, Miss Chloe. I was so surprised to hear of your “stretching” your comfort zone and going away with strangers (that have been vetted by your peeps) and interacting with little kids and other dogs, goo. Then surviving a storm. Such a good girl. Hugs from Lynn.

  3. Hooray for you, Chloë, for progress! You have my admiration. I hope you will stick to it. (And a little envy for your visit to Tully, it has been a long time since I was there, and I have fond memories of the place.)

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