Anyways, today I took Scout adventuring with me and had moments that made me a proud momma but even more that made me shake my head. Gotta love our wild child.
Scouty-Scout's day started like any other Saturday -- outside time, breakfast, staring out the window, and snuggling on the couch for a nap. What he didn't know was that today also held getting microchipped. We want him back if he gets out or gets lost somehow. We've been fortunate that he's not the wanderer and fence-squeezer his brother
He likes the Humane Society because that's where we did two out of our three sets of obedience training, but he knew something was up when we went to a little room instead. Two of the workers held him, but he escaped. I tried to hold him, but he escaped again. I waited outside instead, and it still took them a few minutes before they could secure him enough to chip him. When they called me in again, he slipped by me and I fumbled the collar-catch (#momfail) so he took off running through the Humane Society.
Naturally Scout ran into a room full of people celebrating a sweet little girl's birthday. As the staff ran in with me they yelled, "Animal Control! Animal Control!" I immediately envisioned my dog becoming one of Those Dogs who knock over a table of cake and ruin the day, but fortunately he ran under a table and cornered himself so we caught him easily. I grabbed him by the collar (VERY firmly so there would be no more fumbling) and apologized profusely. As we headed back to the small room to get re-leashed up I just said, "And THAT'S why he got microchipped." Turns out that the party was for the daughter of one of their animal control officers. (Hence their yelling as they entered the room, you see.)
Naturally Scout was tired after this fight-or-flight ordeal so he was pretty chilled out when he sat down in the car. I explained to him that I was very sorry he didn't enjoy his experience but it was important that he'd be safe and get back to us if he ever got lost because we love him very much. I said that even though he was a party-crasher and forgot his manners that I would take him to Petco to make up for it. Once again my ulterior motives were unbeknownst to Scout.
We had 3 missions at Petco:
1) Get an engraved tag with our cell phone numbers on it
2) Find a harness that fit him securely now that's he's full grown
3) Get some chewy treats for all the boys
Yes, we accomplished all three with the biggest incident from Wild Child being either his resistance to helping me get him into the harness to try it on or the whining he did the whole time I prepped the tag and we waited for it to get engraved. He whines very dramatically when he has to sit and wait because Scouts do not like being bored. He also threw in a few pterodactyl-yawns in case I'd forgotten how our previous ordeal had tired him out. Is this how it feels to have small children?
After all of this I thought he should get something besides misery for the day from me so off to get some fries to share. He was such a good boy at Sonic. He laid down and did not try to snatch a single fry from me or the bag. He waited until I offered him some before he ate, like the gentleman he sometimes remembers to be. Game on when we got home, though. I was in the process of setting my hot dog down and he grabbed it from the bun and ate it in .02 seconds! The whole thing! Well, the whole thing minus the ONE bite I'd gotten to take. After a full morning of adventures and an extra-full belly from lunch -- mine AND his-- he's currently napping like this:
Stay tuned for more adventures of the Wild Child. There's never a dull day with this guy around.
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