People often tell me that Lilly is lucky to have me. They believe that the average dog owner would have given up on her after just a few panic attacks. They also believe (dare I say, know) that experienced handlers would have rehomed or retired her and began again with another dog. And, at least, one handler teased me this week that perhaps I’m the one in need of drugs (as in, you crazy lady for still trying to get this nutty dog back to performance status). Maybe they’re all right.
Contrary to my jokes about border collies all having their own brand of crazy, Lilly is pretty easy to live with. She really is a good girl around the house. She really is fine in many situations. I just wish she’d let go of her worries and run.
While we wait for the drugs to take full effect, we’re preparing to re-introduce agility equipment (all but the teeter). The plan is to let her brain get good and soaked with serotonin and then do a private lesson at Gigi’s new indoor place.
Lilly has not seen it yet. I’ve been putting off showing her the indoor space until I think the drugs are fully in her system. I want her first experience there to be positive, so we’re going to bring great food and just let her do what she wants inside all by herself.
We’ll see what happens. I’ll probably schedule that first attempt in early October.
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