Shelley Widhalm

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Girl with Dog

In Best Friends, Coffee shops, Going on walks, Going out, Shyness on March 6, 2011 at 8:55 am

I have become known as the girl with dog, at least in the small city where I live. I have a few acquaintances, some from my job as a journalist, and run into them at coffee shops, restaurants and downtown. If I’m dressed casual after normal work hours and don’t have my miniature dachshund, Zoey, with me, they ask, “Where’s your dog?” It’s like we’re a unit, my 9-pound best friend and I.

Our hanging out together during after-work hours started with a conflict of interest. Being a single girl for a couple of decades (with boyfriends thrown in here and there), I got used to doing what I want in my free time. And then I adopted a dog with needs, particularly for going on walks, getting pets and being social.

As a coffee shop lover, I started taking my squirmy dog with me to a downtown coffee shop, so that I could read and satisfy her needs for getting attention. At first, she didn’t want to be a lapdog, but after a few weeks, she learned that it was a compromise – she sits on my lap and people come up to us and want to pet her.

I take her to open houses and events that allow dogs and into shops that do the same. The result – when I am sans dog, it’s like I’m missing my purse. I run into people who ask that question, where is she?

Zoey, too, loves our regular coffee shop. When we’re actually trying to take a walk and pass the shop, she pulls me to the door and scratches on the glass, as if saying, “Let me in!” “The shop is closed,” I tell her. “We can come back tomorrow.” Scratch. Scratch.

I feel bad for her, my friendly girl who wants to go inside for attention, a free bone and some love.

My challenge next week is to ask someone out for coffee who I normally would not, because I would tell myself, I’m too shy. I just might bring my dog, too.

Puppy Kindergarten

In Dog training, Going on walks, Hand feeding on July 25, 2010 at 5:22 pm

I thought training a dog wouldn’t be too hard after growing up with a poodle mix my family and I named Tuffy. My dad trained Tuffy to sit, come and potty outside, but I didn’t watch the training process, so I was unaware of the work it took.

I taught Tuffy to go on walks, at first using a leash to pull him around the block, because he wouldn’t walk on his own. After weeks of this, he began to adore the leash, maybe because it allowed him to see more than the back or front yards. He would come whenever anyone jingled it, even if we were out in the open camping on property my family had owned.

Zoey is a different story. I initially pulled her on our walks to give her the message we were moving forward. She would walk but not in a straight line unless we were heading home. She had to stop for smells and did not want to leave until she was done, and if I interrupted her, she dug in her paws and became a cute pull-toy.

The walks became one of many indications I was inexperienced with dog training, so I signed Zoey up for puppy kindergarten.

On the first day of class, Zoey scooted behind my chair and turned away from the seven or eight other dogs with their owners and looked out a large window at the rest of the pet store. She seemed to not get the commands and wasn’t interested in the treats when she was overwhelmed by the unfamiliarity of the room and the other dogs.

The trainer said to mix in treats with Zoey’s regular food, and then training became fun for Zoey, at least in the comfort of our home. She would sit, roll over, stand on her hind legs, spin and do other tricks for the handful of treats and food in a baggie. She wanted to be fed by hand and began to neglect her food bowl in order to make eating a contact sport.

Graduation day came and if I was the evaluator, I would have given us a C+. We did some of the tricks, but as for walking, we did not move through the store without some pulling. It sure was a drag, but we got our photo with Zoey in a miniature graduation cap.