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I took B+G to the dog park where I pick up my farm share this afternoon. Both dogs are normally really good with other dogs and humans, but Ginger has been getting a bit more skittish lately, and the only way to work on that is to do some more socialization. I can't have her regress -- I need her to continue to be good with humans and other animals.
Well, she was submissive with all of the dogs when she met them at first, so that was okay. She would run up to a new dog, then get down flat on the ground and let them sniff her. She ran and had fun while Boris panted in the shade. Later, Ging kept trying to play with a little terrier of some sort that just didn't want to play with her. He apparently bit some dog last week who tried to play with him at this park.
Anyway, Ginger didn't get bit, though they did get into a big wrestling match where Ginger thought she was playing and the terrier thought otherwise. I saw when Ging realized the terrier wasn't playing -- she froze, standing on top of him. It wasn't a big deal, though the owner of the terrier was a total idiot.
She loved the humans, and went to a bunch of the men there and showed them her belly for rubbing. This is good: she's been shrinking away from strange men lately.
Neither dog listened well to me with all the excitement. We left eventually because Boris refused to drink out of the water bowl at the park and he was really hot. Now Ging is down here in the basement with me, asleep on the floor. Boris is curled up on the marble entryway, moving anytime the floor gets warm again.
I am making hyderabadi biryani tonight for dinner. Also possibly a cabbage/tomato/broccoli salad.
Well, she was submissive with all of the dogs when she met them at first, so that was okay. She would run up to a new dog, then get down flat on the ground and let them sniff her. She ran and had fun while Boris panted in the shade. Later, Ging kept trying to play with a little terrier of some sort that just didn't want to play with her. He apparently bit some dog last week who tried to play with him at this park.
Anyway, Ginger didn't get bit, though they did get into a big wrestling match where Ginger thought she was playing and the terrier thought otherwise. I saw when Ging realized the terrier wasn't playing -- she froze, standing on top of him. It wasn't a big deal, though the owner of the terrier was a total idiot.
She loved the humans, and went to a bunch of the men there and showed them her belly for rubbing. This is good: she's been shrinking away from strange men lately.
Neither dog listened well to me with all the excitement. We left eventually because Boris refused to drink out of the water bowl at the park and he was really hot. Now Ging is down here in the basement with me, asleep on the floor. Boris is curled up on the marble entryway, moving anytime the floor gets warm again.
I am making hyderabadi biryani tonight for dinner. Also possibly a cabbage/tomato/broccoli salad.