Journal



#685 The leash & another room down.

I know you’re tired of the house updates, but that’s literally all that’s going on in my life these days. Chad and Annalee came over again tonight and knocked out yet another room! We now only have 3 smallish rooms left to paint downstairs and 3 upstairs, then we’ll be finished. I’ll post photos when there’s some nice sunlight cause it’s been rainy all day today—but it’s making fast progress thanks to our sweet friends —who also provided dinner tonight. We owe them SO big.

In Chevy news, we have determined:

1. His full name will be Chevrolet.

2. He loves going on a walk, but doesn’t love the leash so much. He’s VERY interested in sniffing every. Single. Thing we walk past. He sometimes just sits or lays down and refuses to go when I tug at the leash, and it took 30 minutes to walk to the end of our block, but I’m thrilled to death that he’s catching on slowly but surely.

3. He is TERRIFIED of anything that’s thrown. If we toss a treat to him, he runs with his tail between his legs as far as possible from us. If we throw the tennis ball and he sees it happen, even if it’s to the other side of the yard, he yelps in terror and runs to hide in the bushes for a few hours. What in the world does this mean?

4. Turns out that at 5 months old he’s already a really great guard dog. We have both walked up to the backyard fence from the side where he didn’t see us coming. When he heard footsteps, if we didn’t call out to him he went into super fierce guard dog bark mode. He’s tough as nails. Till he knows who it is, then he’s just a shy puppy again.