The other day a parent asked if Lu gets really excited to come to school, and I told him no. In fact, she doesn’t get excited about much, ever. Seriously. Car keys? Meh. Leash? Meh. Dinner? Mildly more excited but not the crazed jumping around that Mal does. Arriving at the dog park? I think I’ve heard her whine twice and even when I open the car boot she waits patiently, and when released, casually gets out. Mal will be shaking and whimpering and basically explodes out of the boot sometimes before being told to (and he has a damn solid ‘stay’, too). Getting to school and seeing kids? Ears go back and soft, tail wags, and that’s about it. Us arriving home? She stands on us and wags but doesn’t go mad like Mal. The only thing she gets really wiggly and happy about is pinning us and licking our ears, and that’s very much on ‘her terms’.
Just out of curiosity, I googled: “my dog doesn’t get excited”.
I got heaps of results for fixing dogs who are over excited, or who do submissive/excited peeing, but absolutely nothing about a dog NOT being excited.
Oh, she’s so strange. This is why agility is so hard with her. How the hell do you make a dog excited and keen when they aren’t excited or keen about anything, ever.
Looking at this baby of Amanda’s, I feel so frightened that I’m going to stuff up choosing a dog again. Like, maybe I didn’t pay enough attention to baby Lu’s temperament before we took her home, maybe I should have done more tests or something to find out if she would be biddable and keen and driven. I adore her, I do, but she is such hard work. Meanwhile she keeps running off on me at the park to chase rabbits or birds, or barks at people walking coming into the park because it’s ‘hers’ and they came out of nowhere and she keeps humping the cats and I’m wondering whether I should even be allowed to get another dog because clearly she could be better trained.
It’s been a really long, long week. It was the first full week of school, with new Prep kids (first year of school) and we have a lot of boys, and prep kids in general are hard work, but this group just seems more hard than ever. I was pretty much dead on my feet by the end of today. I’m quietly (or not so quietly) planning on going to the upper levels next year so I don’t have to deal with new preps again. There’s only so much fake happy one can do. I did have some good quotes though, I should have written more down. Some favourites were:
(All grade 1 kids sitting on the floor, very 1st day of the year, waiting to be assigned a prep buddy for them to look after. The first prep arrives, a girl of Asian descent)
Boy sitting on floor: “Are they all going to be brown?”
Today, lunch-time. One boy brings a packet of chips over to me.
“Can you please open this for that girl over there?” (points across the floor)
Boy: “That girl!” (gestures vaguely again) “My best friend!”
Riiiight…. your best friend whose name you don’t know… good work.
And then there was the girl who was so incredibly needy, like how she pestered me for a good half an hour during our play session because she wanted to dress up in one particular dress that another girl was wearing and none of the other 15 dresses were ‘pretty enough’ for her, and then when she finally got it, she pestered me to dress her in it (no), and then when she managed to get it on, she complained that it was too long, like I was going to whip out my sewing machine and fix it for her…. then, some time later, came up to me, sniffed and said in a sulky, whiny voice: “I have dried snot in my nose” like she wanted me to pick it for her. Yuck. No.