I’ve been dealing with some issues in the past few days, the biggest being complete dismay over the emotional relapse of my pom, Patty. I rescued her from the humane society over two years ago, not knowing she had been possibly abused and traumatized. I never knew exactly what would trigger her fearful issues, but learned to avoid the obvious ones. She changed from a snarly, growly, nervous, ball of nerves to a still sensitive but happy dog.
The blizzard, with its violent winds, set her back, big time. She cowered in the bathroom and under the bed and kept it up after the storm was over. She jumped out of her skin at the slighted noise, quivered, bolted and basically acted as if she were in a prolonged panic attack. She refused to eat but I could nab her for walkies the day after. On Thursday it was worse, taking me 1/2 hour of coaxing and trickery to leash her. It seemed as if she didn’t know me.
So instead of spending too much time directing my Muse (who has temperamentally flounced off), I’ve been showering Patty with TLC, constantly petting, hugging and talking to her while keeping escape routes closed off. The attention has been paying off. She’s started eating and stopped bolting. She’s now attached to me like Velcro, which is preferable to the way she was. Hopefully, she will be 100% soon. Oh, just saw her energetically loving Dolly (a stuffed meerkat) for the first time in days.
Speaking of doggy tribulations, here’s video of a more laid back pooch.