Oh, to live in Texas Now that allergy season’s here And one’s sinuses clog unmercifully, And one’s eyes begin to tear. Breathing becomes impossible. Sleep flees far as well. Living in Texas during allergy season Is almost like living in hell.
Okay, lame I know, and my apologies to Browning. But still!!! I was having a lovely, albeit tiring, day with the incomparable Izzybella when the air pressure changed and my sinuses immediately responded. Yesterday I had such a bad sinus headache and was so congested that I spent the afternoon trying in vain to sleep. In vain partly because I was too congested, and in vain partly because little black dog kept running into the bedroom to kiss me.
Friday afternoon with him was incredibly trying. It was like he forgot everything he’d learned all week, and was behaving just horribly. He peed on everything, barked for a solid half-hour, and then when I was trying to read he kept jumping on my book and squirming around on it. When Joe and I got home from our evening out and I was trying to go to sleep, he kept running in and out of the room. Because the way our house has settled, the bedroom door can easily be nudged open with a little bump of a doggy head, so shutting the bedroom door does no good whatsoever. We finally put a big board across the entrance to the hall, so he was confined to the living room area where he couldn’t do so much harm. We’re going to have to get some kind of a gate that is high enough he can’t jump over it.
On the positive side, he responded very quickly to the spray bottle. When we were eating lunch at the table yesterday, he did his usual trick of jumping up and trying to get at our food. Joe said no sternly and spritzed him in the face with the water. He backed down immediately and went into the living room to shake it off. Then he tried me, and I did the same thing. After that, no more begging from us at the table. Furthermore, I was sitting on the couch last night eating a dinner of tuna and crackers, and each time he started to creep over and steal some, I just had to say no, and he backed off. It’s going to be a tedious process, but he’s showing me that he can learn to obey.
We had also thought that we were going to have to go back to his original name, but he does seem to be learning that when we say “Scout,” we’re talking to him. I’m glad, as I like that name for him much better than his original name.
Joe’s off today for a short assignment in Florida. He gets to stay with his sister, so that will make the work assignment a lot more pleasant for him. And I’ll be at home. By myself. With two dogs. Anyone wanna come visit me in the evenings??????