a present for Isis

September 2nd 2014

Ca. has ‘phoned to inquire about Isis every day since The Hairy One arrived. Today, Ca. makes her first visit, bringing a present: a pink and blue squeaky toy. Ca. is captivated. We discuss names. Must sound similar to ‘Isis’.

‘Crisis’? Not yet. ‘Nices’ ? Hmm. ‘Spices’ ? Yes, ‘Spices’ sounds OK.

We walk in the park twice today and everyone wants to meet Isis. I explain about her sight and hearing.

Some say, “Oh, how sad.”  “No”, I say, “She’s not sad. She’s very happy.”

As I lean over her in the car to fasten her safety harness, she pick-pockets a treat from my jacket.

Jo comes to see her again and stays late talking.

Later, I notice that she has taken the old fleece into the garden.

All along, the late night pee has been a struggle. Once inside, Isis is afraid of the dark, panics and doesn’t want to go out again.

“I know it’s not safe.”

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 Once out, she is startled by B.’s security light popping on from nowhere.

I take her out on the lead but this doesn’t help much. She is still too nervous to concentrate!

So, it’s a return to the waiting game. When she eventually begins to pee she is rewarded with a delicious chunk of jerky. This works. After a few days, I am able to entice her out without the lead. But I think it will be a very long time before she will venture out in the dark unaccompanied – which is fine ………when it’s not raining!

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One Response to a present for Isis

  1. Loll says:

    What about calling her Iris if you are not too sure about the name Isis?
    Iris fits with the eye theme too.
    x

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