Friday was a rough day for Porter and me. It wasn’t our best start to the day to say the least.
During meal time, I pushed the boundaries a little with Porter’s food aggression and it ended up with some snarling and some rebooting. We both did what we’re expected to do. He growled, showed his teeth and tried to back me off of his food. I did not even maybe take his hints to heart, and handled the situation calmly until it was over.
Then, during some play time, I threw his rope bone high for him. He loves catching it mid air. He thinks he’s pretty cool when he does it. However, I threw it a little too close to my suitcase that was out (which normally isn’t) and he ended up coming down on top of the suitcase awkwardly. He still caught the rope, though! I made him run a few laps and moved his legs around to make sure nothing was hurt. We seemed to be okay, but still. I just basically ran my dog into a standing object. Good job, Danika.
Lastly, as I was taking him outside to do his morning business, his leash became tangled underneath his legs. No big deal, we’ve all seen it happen. So I went to left his leg up to untangle him. Now, I don’t know if I moved his leg a way it didn’t want to go or if he was just being a baby (the latter option is most likely the right answer) but a yip came out and the death stare for a few seconds.
Alright, so three strikes for us that morning. Just not the most stellar morning. However, the best part about all three of those moments? Porter didn’t hold one grudge. Dogs are amazing.
Now, if I thought someone was trying to take my breakfast away, I would not be pleasant.
And then let’s imagine that same person had me run into a chair. That person is really not making a case for themselves that day.
Finally, the same person is trying to help, but hurts me by trying to untangle my scarf around my neck. Let’s be honest, I’m probably not talking to that person for the rest of the day.
But the wonderful thing about dogs is they don’t hold any grudges. They just move on! Porter didn’t hate me after any of those instances. In fact, it just took a quick shake and he was back to giving kisses and asking for some affection. It was as if nothing had ever happened.
And the best way to act as an owner when these bad days happen? Just like your dog. After each event, shake it off and move on. I didn’t hold on to any anger after the food aggression incident. Just moved on to the next thing. Hence, we were still having some play time.
I didn’t baby Porter after the following two incidents either. Nope, we just moved on like it was no big deal. I didn’t add any unnecessary energy or anxiety to the situations. Everyone okay? Everyone have all their limbs? Great! Moving on!
It’s okay to just move on from a situation. Whether it’s a bad walk, someone got into the trash or an awkward fall after your dog was pretending to be Air Jordan and catch the highest throw you’ve ever had. There’s no need to harp on the situation. They’ll get better with time and you can’t expect perfection every moment of every day. Just move on and experience the next moment. Your dog does it. So you should, too!