As the saying goes, growing pains are well, painful.
So 18months on, our little guy has shown obvious signs of rebellion against this urban jungle. He likes his quiet and his big land, and as much as we try, there's only that much of the urban sights and sounds you can avoid in this tiny city island we live in. He still has to share the roads with other cars and *gasp!* motorcycles. He still has to share his park with other people (however late or early it is!). He still has to share his humans with other dogs and people. And believe me you, this little guy isn't good at sharing. At all.
Right at the top of his list.
He hates - and that's an understatement - this.
I have no idea when it started to hit him, but much to our woes, he has come to call them "his sheep". And true to his herding instincts, he can't stop herding them! I've never seen such intensity in him before. He doesn't even care about running children or balls or chickens, but the sound OR sight of a motorbike can set him up to such a frenzy a ruptured windpipe is on the cards if we don't get this sorted out anytime soon. And so a 20metres stroll outside the condo to relieve himself can literally turn into a dance with the devil. The only question is who gets killed in the process.
Next on our list is this guy.
Or any guy dog for that matter. This is likely a grown up boy problem. He's gotten much better after his diamonds were removed awhile back, but I waited too long. And old habits die hard. Sadly.
After much research ;while trying to avoid as much of the traditional drug therapy as possible; I've decided to give this alternative solution a shot. I don't know how it will pen out, but at this stage, as long as it's nothing too intrusive, I'm ready to give it a try.
Seeing your dog become a stressed ball once out of the door is, believe me you, not a very happy feeling. Assuming you do care about your dog and know innately that he did not choose to be stressed out (if he can help it) and in turn stress you out.
Such's life. You win some you lose some. This little boy in his young life has taught me so much and has forced me to learn and re-learn the word "Patience". Who would have guess a little cute flurry ball has all that powers?
The decision to try the Bach flowers remedy on him is the reason for the birth of this blog. It is intended as a journal of our daily victories and failures as we go through this a step at a time.
Joural-ing will help us track his progress (or lack of) in its most honest manner and who knows, in due course, it might just help someone out there who are experiencing similar challenges with their canine buddies.
So it does not matter who you are or how you've come to know us, if you are here on an accidental or intentional "linked" visit, enjoy yourself reading about our daily trials and tribulations with "tristan's flowers".
Today, I'll leave you with a picture of the fluffy furball who has brought this blog to pass..
Till later, xoxo.
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