Benson was a bit of a schmoopie on the walk after work.
We ran into neighbor M who talked with us for a long time. In that meantime, Benson ate all his snacks. As we resumed our walk, M decided to walk back with us and, at one point, Benson stopped and looked at him like, Who TF are you and why are you here?
I'm sure this is why Benson deliberately dragged his ass on the way back. He kept stopping and looking at M. Are you still here?
Gotdammit.
I wrote a whole sweet post about me and Benson at the pub.
And Masto just ate it.
Gotdammit.
Anyway.
We had a nice pint at Cask on College.
Dog walk fit check!
New New Balance.
The kids are pulling their socks up so that's what I did, too. I absolutely look like a goober.
My socks say: My dog and I talk shit about you.
Heh.
Benson was tired of my Zoom calls today. He went into safe space more than once to escape my voice.
The decompression gave him loads of energy later. We played for a long time after our post work walk. He zoomied and ripped up lots of paper looking for treats.
I, on the other hand, am wiped. I spent half the night sleeping on the couch next to him because he found the cookies I forgot to put away when I went to bed. I was worried how the tiny nibbles he made on the chocolate chip cookies would affect him so I slept next to his snoring face all night in case I needed to give him an emetic. My back is wrecked.
But he seems fine! His poops and appetite were good all day. This boi is a tank.
I'll be more vigilant with the cookies next time.
Once again, Benson is taking his time to enjoy the breezes from our landing. You can also see how long he is.
We were sitting on Safeway Plaza and a girl literally pointed at Benson and said, Dad look how big that pug is!
He would be the biggest pug ever.
Benson doesn't need those talking buttons. He makes his needs very clear.
After our post-work walk, which was supposed to be 10 min but *someone* dragged it to 45, Benson stomped into the kitchen, grabbed his food bowl (and then ripped out the slow feeder), and dropped it in front of me.
Message received, good buddy.
He got fed.
Cont.
I was asking a dad and his daughter if they had passed a grey pitbull. They were telling me no when I looked across the street and there was Benson, crossing the street toward me in the middle of rush hour Rockridge drop off traffic!
Me: Benson! Cross cross Benson! Cross cross! (This is what I say to him when we cross the street.)
He ran up to me his fur a little puffy, a sign that he was a little freaked out.
I immediately connected his leash and we walked. I castigated myself the whole time. I knew the biggest risk of letting Benson off leash in the building was the garage gate opening. He loves the garage gate. He's fascinated with it. Of *course* I should have anticipated someone leaving. Of course I should have kept him with me for the trash detour then let him run to the front gate when everything was secure. And on and on.
Benson of course seemed to enjoy his walk about but also seems very happy to be back inside, fed and safe, on the couch.
Learning is continuous.
2/2
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Today was an adventure.
I had a bag of weekend trash to take down so I let Benson run down to the front gate by himself while I took a quick detour to the trash bin.
Benson's jingling collar tags told me where he was by the front gate and I smiled at his excitement.
I was halfway down the back stairs when I heard someone start their car and open the garage gate. Oh shit. I heard Benson's jingle run to the garage. Oh shit oh shit oh shit.
And then I didn't hear his jingle. Fuck!
I threw the trash into the bin, ran through the now closed garage (no Benson) to the front gate. No Benson.
In the front of the apartment, up and down the block. No Benson.
Fuuuuuck.
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My new gloves for walking Benson: xsmall work gloves.
I love them! While the red Italian leather gloves were chic, Benson soon made quick work of them because of him literally nipping the fingers giving him treats.
These still protect my hands from the leash, help my grip, are flexible, and are essential with the 💩 pickup. Also more cost effective.
They also make me feel I can throw a hammer at someone if necessary.
So i guess i'm spending the rest of the day on the stairs until his nap is over.
Every year my sweet schmoopie boi gets a little bit slower.
He wants to go hard and then he hits his pittie capacity wall and goes, I lay here's now.
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