More Trudy Trials

The inevitable happened. Trudy's day care called on Wednesday and oh-so-kindly recommended she get more training before returning. So technically, she was not kicked out, but it may be awhile before she's welcomed back. While disappointed, this incident clearly indicates we're doing something wrong.

Trudy is fantastic. It's fairly disgusting how much we love her and when you love a dog that much, it's difficult to discipline them. (All you with kids are saying, "duh.") We have not done a good job of positioning ourselves as the pack leaders, so she's confused. Therefore, her aggression comes out at random times. Coincidentally, she is more aggressive when she's regularly attending daycare.

So no more day care for Trudy, which saddens me mostly because the burden then falls on us to wear this dog out. When Boyfriend's out of town, all three walks per day with some park time fall to me. While I enjoy this interaction with Trudy, sometimes you have a day when you just want to sit on the couch, spoon and peanut butter jar in hand and watch House Hunters. Not easy with a restless dog.

Needing to come up with a solution stat, I stumbled across KC Dog Runners. They will come to my house and take Trudy for a run several times per week. Yes, it's ridiculously expensive and many would say overindulgent, but I am ecstatic with this option.

One might ask, can't you run with her yourself? You are 3athletejen. Truthfully, I'm just not a consistent enough runner to take this on. Plus, it's going to get cold out soon and I'm a fair-weather runner only. Fingers crossed this is the answer to some of our issues. The other issues will be handled by the behavioral analysis we have scheduled in two weeks. Seriously.

The pic is Trudy with her peanut butter jar. However, she prefers Animal Planet over HGTV.

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