Friday, July 8, 2011
Taming the Nemesis
Lois is a grown-up now. She has made peace with her nemesis, and most of the time, is able to saunter, her dread in check, by almost any box. Then, yesterday, we got a new couch.
Hooray! Our new couch arrived! Bizarrely, it was in a box. Needless to say, a box big enough to contain a couch is a big box. Without question, it was the biggest box we have ever asked Lois to approach. (It must be noted in all fairness to Lois, none of the other dogs, except the always intrepid Rose, chose to go near this remarkably big box).
After we extracted the couch from the box and set the couch where it belongs, we carried the very big box outside. It was almost time for the baseball game, so we flung the box onto the driveway, just inside the gate. (The Tigers beat the Royals!).
This morning, Lois and I set out for our usual walk. The monster couch box was blocking our path. There was about four feet of room between the box and the house. Lois wouldn't budge. I walked casually past the box and through the gate, the leash dangling enticingly in my hand. Yes! Lois followed.
We had a lovely walk. When we returned Lois barely glanced at the box.