Hazel has her pack. Barnaby and Wesley (and Cooper) are her family. She is totally content with them but that doesn’t leave room for anything, or anyone, else. She’s 8 months and although we think she’s got a large world of travel and play and love, I know her opt-in idea on isolationism will only get worse…so with that, we’ve got two appointments with trainers. Both have different philosophies on training so we’ll see which one resonates best with our dog parenting intuition/ dog know-how-nothingness. Both, however, did immediately point out it was likely our fault, which was lovely but probably true.
“Hazel has her pack.”
Yeah for parenting fails.
Also, Hazel is a burrower as you can see in this photo. My roommate took this photo, so this is what she does when we are AND are not home. The look in her eyes implies she knows we have scheduled training appointments…I can almost hear her giving us the finger.
On the win side, we enjoyed epic rain-induced naps this weekend. Always a silver lining!
Have a great Monday.