Well... I think some lovely wise soul on here once said that the number of good days will creep up without you realising... so much so that the occasional bad days seem disproportionately bad by comparison. Reader, that day was today 🤣
I ran the legs off him at the field this morning so I wasn't expecting it, but he started up with his bloody woof woof woof business, yelling to go out then immediately yelling his head off outside. With the added new bonus that treats aren't enough to bring him back in, so I've had to go out with his lead each time and physically bring him inside (which is in itself complex). I was so desperate to get one sodding hour of uninterrupted work done that I took him out for a walk and it was a rare 2 out of 10, which we haven't had since he first arrived, featuring screaming at other dogs, pulling me over, pulling himself over, eating his lead, eating his harness and general fuck-wittery. I know when it's a really shitty walk because it's silent (except for him). He won't take treats or respond to any commands in that sort mood and I get so dejected and focused on not tripping/drowning that we just both have a horrible time in silence, whereas I normally twitter away in the background telling him how clever and good he is.
He's been in mayhem mode all evening but hopefully he'll keel over soon. From experience, these moods usually last 48 hours so I'm expecting more of the same tomorrow.
So I guess thinking intrusive and disloyal thoughts like "I wish this dog wasn't my problem" are now remarkable for their rarity, which is actually a good thing.
I wasn't imagining though, I definitely got some sympathy looks from normal dog owners today.
I do think, though, people with nice dogs don't realise how much of a hazard they are. Bimbling around gates and the entrances of bridges blissfully throwing their ball, unaware you're hovering 150m away wrestling with a maniac waiting for them to get a move on!