My sweet Bella. My sweet Bella with anxiety. Bella has been on Prozac for 3 full weeks. Inside my place it is like I have a new dog. My parents were here this weekend and grannie was amazed at her favorite grandchild’s (yes, she has a favorite) new attitude. Bella has been what I call a crate dog. She willingly has put herself in her crate (door open) for 22 hours a day. She has felt safe there, or safer than anywhere else she could find. Well, now she is out and about and enjoying the living room.
Grandpa came over and she didn’t really run away. She didn’t hide in her crate either. She did like to have the coffee table between them but then she’d relax and go sniff him to try to figure out what he’s about. She took some cheese from him too. Cheese is pretty powerful in this house. LOL
I will admit its kinda weird to now have two dogs laying about watching what I’m doing. Plus, it’s easier to trip and stumble with two dogs underfoot, but it’s totally worth it to see Bella so relaxed in her own home.
Of course, with good comes bad! An air conditioner turned on right as we walked by on our walk and Bella freaked and ran into me. As I was off balance she pulled out of her collar. The last time she got scared and pulled her collar It took almost 2 hours to find her. This time she darted about 15 feet, tail tucked then stopped to look around. I got down and started calling her but she was frozen. Then someone else’s air turned on in front of her so she came back and just puddled near me. She was fine once I got the collar on and started walking again. I was happy she just didn’t run away like last time. Oh, and for those reading she does have a martingale collar. She’s just extra slippery!
Now I leave you with some hunting pictures, courtesy of grandpa, from this weekend. Daisy is really teaching Bella the ins and outs of squirrel hunting. Daisy just looks so happy and she gets so tired she can’t hold her tongue in anymore!