Our baby girl takes to the streets for the first time...
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
(a) This string is choking me and I have no idea what it's for.
(b) Wee! I'm off to the roads!
(c) Oh no! Is that a big bad car?
(d) This is like the most reassuring thing so far.
(e) Whimpers... Save me from that big bad dog, I.just.can't.move.
(f) Say goodbye to the road, I just wanna go home.
So begins the adventures of Misty on the road. To be sure, we took half an hour just to walk a stretch of 100m (?? Was it more like 10m?), which will normally take about 2 minutes on human feet.
For a first, she was how reluctant to get out of the house. No matter how much we tugged at her leash, she refused to budge and planted herself firmly at the entrance. My sister had to carry her out of the gate. Apparently she thought something was definitely wrong the way we were trying so hard to get her out where she is normally not allowed. I secretly think that maybe she thought that we wanted to get rid of her or something. Of course the leash was uncomfortable, but initially she happily sat inside the house, not knowing what it was for.
We carried her to the road just outside my house, thinking she will immediately take to it, but she was furtive, frantically trying to smell for any signs of familiarity. So she stood there refusing to walk off with us again. And when we finally got around the bend after like 5 mins or so, the cars passing by frightened her so much that sometimes she just crouched somewhere and tried to hide or try to run away (run away meaning 5 steps forward). We had to coax her and reassure her that everything is alright.
Surprisingly, she took to the camera more than she did to the road. Usually, she hated the camera's flash more than anything, but on the dark road in very dim lights, I think she was grateful for something familiar, so there she is smiling at the camera! At last ha, you have no idea how hard it is to get a picture of her like that. No chance in the house at least, not with her running around nonstop.
When we finally almost neared what I had set as the end of our little walking trip, there is this big bad ugly dog from the house next to the pavement who rushed out to the fence and barked his life's worth. Poor misty just sat there (photo (e)), not knowing what to do, so scared that she actually didn't find the whole thing fun anymore. With fellow dogs, she was this stranger to her own kind. With humans, she was at home. When people passed by, she tried to kiss their feet and say hi, but other dogs scare her.
In the end, we had to half-carry and half-get-her-to-walk back home. I tried the catching game she liked to play but she was so distracted everytime a car passed by that she just wasn't interested anymore. The poor girl... by the time we took her back, she quickly looked for the entrance and joyfully ran to her safe haven.
She didn't even mind when my mother nagged at her for getting her hair all messed up with leaves and all stuck in it, not even when my mother wiped her all over with a wet cloth (which she usually resents from the everyday routine) before tucking her into bed. Misty is such a homely girl who likes very much to be loved.
12:20 am
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