We
haven't seen the dog again since that first incident, so there's no telling
whether being on the other side of the street would help. But as long
as it gives Una peace of mind, I'm willing to relent.
If you try
to make Una walk past a house where she previously encountered an unfriendly
dog, she digs her feet in and refuses to move.
What was
more remarkable was when she did the same thing on a side street where
we rarely walk. In this particular case, she insisted on crossing the
road to avoid a house where three dogs are frequently in their fenced
in yard, barking aggressively and jumping against the fence. The irony
is that this particular time, they weren't even in their yard.
She also
remembers, of course, where the friendly dogs live. She gets excited as
we near, pulling at her leash and straining to see into their yard. These
friendly dogs get sniffed or licked through the fence.
When we
take Una someplace she likes, she always seems to know a couple blocks
before we get there. I don't know if she remembers the scenery or if she
simply reads my body language. But as soon as we pull up in a place she
likes, whether it's my dad's house or a park we've visited before, she
perks up, starts barking anxiously, wanting to be let out of the car.
As good
as her memory is, you'd think she'd remember that I tend to let her out
when we arrive at our destination.
Sometimes
I wonder how good her memory is. Does she remember, for example, the Luser,
to whom she grew attached before I kicked him out, when she was just a
puppy. For awhile, when she and I came home to the apartment, she would
run through the different rooms, looking for him. Is that why she worries
so much when I leave?
Does she
remember further back, to her littermates? She is still close to the ones
she gets to see: my sister has her sister, Emma, and my mom has her brother,
Murray. My brother has her mother, Pulsar. But does she remember those
she saw for the last time when they were fluffy puppies, too?
If she remembers
things so well, why does it take her so long to learn good behaviors?
When I leave the apartment for a long period of time, she likes to go
into the bathroom, pull my towel down and lie on it. No matter how many
times I've scolded her about this, she's continued this oddly obsessive
behavior. I suppose she does remember being disciplined, but the urge
is too strong to resist.
She certainly
learns patterns very well. She knows The Gryphon's morning routine and
hates it when he goes off to work without me. In an effort to make him
stay, she whines or barks or brings him her favorite toy, a beat-up teddy
bear once the favorite toy of my late kitty, Squeaky. But for some reason,
when he and I both get ready to leave at the same time, she doesn't fight
it. Instead of barking, she just sighs and puts her head on her paws.
Ironically,
as I've been dictating this, I've been walking Una. Just now, a neighbor
walked by with a fluffy poodle mix Una likes. He's one of the few small
dogs she can tolerate, because he doesn't bark in her face. She sniffed
him and got all excited, bouncing around.
But after
we parted, just a few steps later, she insisted that we cross the road
before we walked past the house where a Doberman Pinscher once dashed
out at us. Can't say I blame her on that one.
All this
means, of course, that there's hope Una can be broken of her towel obsession.
She's going to have to do a cost benefit analysis, where she remembers
the consequences as she's about to take the towel down and decides it's
not worth the momentary bliss of lying on my towel.
Maybe I
can hire the Doberman Pinscher to guard the bathroom. That would do it,
for sure.
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