Canine Cognitive Dysfunction Sucks
Well I’ve definitely concluded that Canine Cognitive Dysfunction Sucks. Friday night when I got home, I was so tired that I just went to sleep. Mum thought that was a good sign and that maybe I would be much more settled now I’m back. Saturday didn’t go so well. I started pacing around 5.30pm and Mum had to find ways to calm me. By just after nine, I really didn’t know what to do with myself. Mum decided that the best option was to put me to bed in my crate in a darkened room. That worked and to be honest I was grateful.
Local walks
Mum said we should try going for longer local walks. Now my eyes are recovered enough she hoped it would do me good. I wasn’t doing too badly while we were in Switzerland, so I said I was game. Bad idea. We walked round the local village circuit yesterday. It didn’t go well. I was very jumpy every time a car went by. Then as we were passing one house a dog put his nose through the gate and was really snappy toward me. I didn’t respond, but it did upset me. Then I found the walk quite hard going and asked if we could stop for a rest.
By the time I got home, I had to be honest with Mum and say I hadn’t really enjoyed it. I’d prefer to go down the very quiet lane opposite the house. Mum says we’ll try it, but to be honest she’s fed up with that route as it’s one of the few places that Pebbles copes with.
I’d probably rather cut my stress levels and stay at home, but Mum seems determined for me to have more structured exercise. It’s a shame that dog treadmills cost so much as I’d probably rather do that.
Love and licks
Wilma
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