When we adopted our little pound puppy, Penny, she was 8 weeks old. Her mama was a Dachshund, and her papa was a ramblin' man. ~grin~ I had been looking for a Dachshund for months, but I just couldn't find one. I found little Penny along with her sisters and brothers at the local animal shelter. They had been born in the shelter and not handled very much prior to adoption. Although she was not a pure bred like I wanted, I decided that she was God's thrifty option for our family.
At the time, I was working part-time with my husband at our restaurant...meaning I was on-call at a moment's notice, I was driving the family everywhere they needed to go in a three town triangle (only 1 vehicle), and I was homeschooling. Penny went along with me in the van sometimes and became very well-behaved in the van on the go. She did not have much contact with strangers except through the window.
She's five now, and I'm trying to get her used to walking in public without pulling or being unmannerly. We live in a little town with a lovely historic square and a breathtakingly beautiful courthouse. Some of the shops have store windows that surround a recessed entrance. When we come to one of these shops, I tell Penny we are going to window shop. We slow down, walk into the recess, and look at everything in the shop windows. Sometimes a shopkeeper will come to the door to chat. Penny's part is to walk slowly with me or sit by me until I'm ready to go on.
I'd like to get her so accustomed to going downtown that she will sit by me patiently while I sit on a bench and knit a bit. I think it would add a bit of nostalgia for visitors to our little town. There's even a little coffee shop on the square. I might sit on a bench outside, call in my order, and ask the barista to bring it to the door! It is a bit pricey, but a chai tea latte is nice once in awhile.
Be blessed!
Laura
Living my slightly old-fashioned life
in my own little happy world