We had ice storm Jonas last weekend. If my youngest son hadn’t been here, I have no idea how I would have walked my dog. I could go as far as the porch, but she needed to go out in the yard. She’s the most housebroken dog I’ve ever had. She will not go in the house.
However, she is very attached to me and didn’t want to go out in the icy yard with anyone else. I had no intention of slipping down on that ice just so she could do her business. We hooked her up to the lead, pretended I was going with her, and then when we got to the porch, I stopped and she went on with him. She became more reluctant with each step. I stood on the porch hollering encouragement and telling her to hurry up! It was cold!
Suddenly she fell over on her side and I thought she had collapsed and died.
I didn’t know how to feel when my son assured me she was fine. In fact, this is what she did whenever he walks her. She doesn’t want to go with him, so she has a dog tantrum, I guess, without all the kicking and screaming. She just falls over and lies there in stubborn defiance.
I told her pretty quickly to get herself up and do her business! She did, but that was the strangest thing I think I’ve ever seen her do. She did have the decency to look a little ashamed of herself when she glanced at me as she stood back up.