I’ve spoken about Gus Gus before. He’s my cairn terrorist that suffers from an anxiety disorder of epic proportions. We’ve been working on it for some years now and it’s made all the more difficult because cairns are by nature, very stubborn and headstrong dogs.
Gus Gus is no exception to that rule. They are like cats in a dog suit most of the time which makes behaviour modification rather difficult. We’ve come a long way. A LOT of trial and error as different trainers…different philosophies were tried out to help him not go Full Metal Jacket on everything.
No, he’s definitely come a long way.
Right now, he’s sitting on the couch next to me. Today is a “needy” day. A day when he’ll spend a few hours shoved up against my leg and needing a bit of cuddles once in a while for reassurance. Just to make certain his world is doing okay. In a couple of hours, the mail trucks will come by and he’ll go ape-shit in trying to kill the noise but for right now, he’s just a grubby little boy dog that smells vaguely of wet leaves despite the fact he’d had a bath a couple of days ago.
Dogs are kind of like books… well writing them anyway. You never know what you’re going to get and sometimes, you have to fight with it to make it behave.
Whiskey and Wry is such a book. Pity I put Dude in Sinner’s Gin because honestly, all I need to do to make writing this would be a cairn terrorist in the middle of the plot. *laughs*