morning morning
ahh yes, yesterday
well um
95% of the first outing went swimmingly. Until we rounded the last corner she was really getting the hang of it. It was C&T (sardine cake) tastic with some text book walking on a loose lead.
I will admit to you guys that yes, I felt we had it all cracked. I was feeling smug.
Pride cometh etc
We round the last bend, the house is in sight, and there they are. Stupid eejit ducks. Right in the middle of the village, and mrs duck has only gone and laid an egg.
We had not ticked the duck socialisation box yet.
Obv mucho interest from madam, I am remaining calm and collected, I reach for a treat to lure her away, SHIT no more treats, the sturdy plastic clip on the treat pouch spontaneously becomes un-sturdy and de clips itself from my trousers and 300 poo bags fall out of it and start drifting down the road, as I'm trying to pick them up and Elsie is trying to get to the ducks and mr duck is getting quite agitated in an extremely helpful wing flapping and quacking fashion, a man appears on a bike (oh you wouldn't read about it) AND a chuffing cat appears out of nowhere to have a butchers at the whole scene.
Well then Elsie totally loses the plot on the lead and is growling and barking and levitating off the ground. I could see the whites of her eyes.
bugger
I carry her home and she spends the next 15 mins zooming round biting me, the furniture and the walls.
learning curve. learning curve.