I know it was just a week or so ago that I was complaining that Mike and Heather went away and left me back in Seattle. Now I’m afraid that if they didn’t have to take me out three or four times a day, they would never leave the house again.
After our governor’s “Stay Home, Stay Healthy” mandate, things really quieted down around here. With cold, dreary weather and the park closing its parking lots, the number of people inside dwindled considerably. I did my daily walk with Mike and Heather, but I had to stay leashed most of the time, and whenever we encountered people or dogs on the trail, I was directed as far away from them as possible. It’s a different world. Until recently, I thought Social Distancing, Six Feet of Separation, Self-Quarantine and Pandemic were the names of hard rock bands.
Luckily, sheltering in place has been OK for me so far. Both Mike and Heather are always home, meaning I’m much more likely to achieve my prime goal of having my whole pack in the same room, and I’ve also enjoyed a marked increase in nap time with Heather. The treats I expect at 7, 9 and 10 a.m.,, 2 p.m, and bedtimes have not been quarantined. My long afternoon walks have not been shortened, although there has been a dearth of ball-chasing. Frankly, it hasn’t bothered me. I’ve found carrying my ball around in my mouth to be much more rewarding.
Best of all, my favorite toy Lamby is back after being missing for almost a week. Turned out that Lamby was hiding inside my travel crate ever since it was packed up over at Schatzi’s house. Mike finally found Lamby when he unpacked my crate to set it up downstairs, several days after I came home. It’s a wonder Lamby didn’t die of suffocation, thirst or starvation after being stuffed flatter than an airline carry-on for several days. That Lamby’s tougher than she looks!
That’s why I really enjoy the challenge of throttling Lamby, grabbing her by the nose and throat and tossing her around. Unfortunately, one day in my enthusiasm I opened a seam that attached poor Lamby’s neck to her head, allowing her cotton stuffing to spew forth all over the dining room and sending Lamby to the toy hospital. Since all elective surgery had been cancelled, Mike had to take matters into his own hands, and managed to restuff and restitch Lamby all by himself. A true jack of all trades.
There’s no telling now how long this “Stay Home, Stay Healthy” policy is going to last. As long as my treat supply holds out, I’m on board with it.