I don’t know, people, I just don’t know.
On Tuesday I needed to go to the Post Office. Because that’s when the landscapers come, I thought I would take Silas with me. Our post office has a weirdly huge parking lot, so I could run a package in without stressing him as much as listening to the leaf blower.
I put his harness on. That part went great for once. We’ve done a lot of training over the last few weeks to make him more comfortable with me putting on the harness. I had this great idea that maybe he disliked the process of getting in the car, the first step of which is having his harness put on. If I could cut down the stress from the harness, maybe everything else would be easier.
I put the harness on, and he was so excited! So excited, that is, to go out the front door, for an illicit walk through the townhouse complex. He has one route that he really likes, on the sidewalk that’s the furthest from the roads.
Once he understood that I meant we were going in the car, he was terrified. He got into the chair where I give him his goodbye cookie when I go out, and then he shook so hard I could feel it through his leash. I wound up just leaving him. I didn’t have time to coax him, and just taking him would have been inhumane.
Since then, I’ve been pretty glum. It seems like other fearful dogs make progress of one kind or the other, and I’m working desperately just to make sure that we don’t lose ground. And, let’s be honest, we’re losing it anyway.