Did you ever feel like you were living the lives of three people all at once? That kind of busy?
On Friday we drove North to pick up our dog.
We had to give him a name that started with an “H” because in France, if it’s a pure-bred (no matter which), they all have to have a name with same letter each year. This was the year of the “H.”
Hunter seemed so perfect since this is a hunting dog. An “epagneul breton.” In English it’s called a Brittany, apparently. In any case, it’s the dog you see in all the hunting scenes in French paintings.
I almost cried.
“He’s a good dog,” she added, “very frisky and independent. When I take them out into the fields, he’s off running and sniffing things while his brother follows me around and doesn’t dare to explore.”
The 3 ½ hour ride home turned into 5 hours when we ran into the huge traffic jam near the stadium, but he was a good dog. We stopped once so he could do his business and, apart from a little crying in the car, he slept most of the way.
There was such a feeling of excitement when the children welcomed us with their grandmother (who had picked them up from school and fed them).
We all made a circle, and the first thing Hunter did was to jump on Young Knight and scratch him, causing him to cry. Then Petit Prince, seeing Young Knight get mauled in such a manner, started to cry too. So they spent the rest of the weekend on the other side of the barrier.
I stepped in and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and said a firm “no” like I had been told to, but he yelped and didn’t let go, so I didn’t know what to do next. Then Sir stepped in (the real master) and grabbed his jaw until he let go and lay down and showed his belly.
I felt bad for making the dog yelp, but Sir said he’d be fine and that he just needed to learn that we were the humans and he was just a dog that needed to know his place. (But he added that if it was a problem of biting, the scruff of the neck was not the way to go – rather grab the jaw).
It’s a sharp learning curve for me too.
He cried all night (which I expected) and pooped and peed in his cage (which I expected) and we dragged ourselves out of bed in the morning, bone-tired, so I could prepare for my English classes and Sir could take the kids to music (which I expected, but it didn’t make it any easier).
When they came home, at first view Hunter was nowhere to be found in his little room.
There was little rest for the weary that afternoon, as it was our day to celebrate Thanksgiving and there was much food to prepare: pecan pie with a homemade gluten free crust, broccoli casserole, sweet potato purée with ginger and nutmeg – and even some rice “gruel” with ginger for my poor friend Emily who was there with her boyfriend but had a stomach upset.
Then we drove off to our friend’s house for dinner, and Hunter did great for being in an entirely new situation with entirely new people and an entirely new dog (they have a fox terrier).
Then this morning we had our nephews over for the whole day, planned last minute as there was a bit of an emergency.