My dog is strange. I really do love him, but it's hard to ignore his quirks. I generally take him for a walk every morning before work and every afternoon when I get home. He was always afraid of storm drains (understandable), but he was also petrified of puddles, my driveway, cars, the mailman, mailboxes, and low hanging branches. I thought he had gotten over most of these fears but then Nemo hit.
After the storm sidewalks were obviously covered with a few feet of snow and there wasn't much room to avoid puddles and the occasional ice patch. Each time I've tried to take him out he has freaked out, leaped into the nearest snow bank, and refused to move. I've tried dragging him, coaxing him with treats, and have even tried tricking him.
I will admit that I'm a little hurt. I think a fear of ice, mysterious puddles, and storm drains is healthy. I do not think, however, that his debilitating fear that I will be the one to drag him into a puddle or push him down a storm drain is all that healthy. This is was I get for dragging him to the vet to de-man him, I guess.
Finally tonight, six attempted walks since Nemo, we managed to make it around the block. It was still a struggle but he only lept into the snow bank a few times and I think that was just because it looked more fun than walking on the road.
|But Mom, you told me to always use the side walk!|
|He apparently can't see the 12 feet of dry road|