This morning was chilly. I didn't want to get out of bed.
Mind, me staying in bed late is until 7 or maybe even 8 am; that's super late.
This brain turns on by 4. I often wait for the roos to roo as my
permission to get up and go, when I'm happy and it's not cold.
The madrugada is my favorite...so it's all good...getting to watch the sunrise.
Peace and quiet incomparable. First birds singing. Nightbugs going to bed.
Lovey has always been very tranquil and sweet in the early morning and
let me put him back on his rope or his dog-run with ease, once I started
implementing nights of freedom. I wanted him free at night for his protection
most of all. If somebody is going to rob the house, round these parts,
even the police will tell you it is smarter to have your dog sleep inside...
because they will feed your dog poison and there goes the protection of a
guard dog and if you give a crap, your best friend and family member.
Thus, obviously, being tied up is even worse. Lovey will not sleep inside.
He pees on my refrigerator and front door, when he's allowed in
for a moment and jumped out the window when I closed the door.
I am not worried about him accepting food that strangers would toss tho.
He would stalk them sneak up behind them and rip their throat out first.
Lovey's no fool and he is well fed to boot.
Anyhow, the fears have been numerous.
I was told he couldn't be off because he would:
kill chickens, chase motorcycles and cars, kill Lobinho (which he did seem to
want to do), maybe kill children and other people.
Well, today I just felt like it would be okay.
So I stayed in bed. By the time I got up, he was running and playing
and hearing me open my windows, Lobinho came over and the two were
playing and running and joyous with Lila also and even
the little dude from next door came to play.
I have so much renewed hope and joy today.
Please understand, I was afraid that I might need to put this dude
to sleep. I can NOT correct him in a firm voice even. He is positive
reinforcement ONLY. Because if he gets afraid or anxious,
he's dangerous. I stepped on his foot the other night
UNINTENTIONALLY and he bit my finger reactively.
Bueno, so far so good. I just have to go home and to bed and
hopefully he is there outside on his couch already now, sleeping.
And next he has to learn to love cats for family and NOT chasing and
NOT food.
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