From January 21, 2015
So, guess it’s time to write one of those entries that I fell behind on from last month in regards to miss Luna Moon my music nut!
Well, let me tell you I believe I created a MONSTER!!!
Wednesday evening of January 21, 2015 Luna and I were on our way home from class at Carleton University and we had to pass through a big open area where Starbucks is and Tim Hortons and of course music. And it was *loud* music at that. Also, not very good music, but hey apparently someone liked it, including my dog!
Luna was determined that we were going over to where the music and was no matter what. The moment we step away from the stairs she made a hard turn to the left and was going to fly right on over to that music and have herself a great time.
Sadly, I wanted know part of whatever it was they were playing and wanted out and to go home. Have a guess on how this battled turned out?
Me, Luna, no we’re going home. Forward.
Luna, *ignores me and proceeds to music*
Me, Luna no, leave it!
Luna, *groans and turns away from the music*
Me, *whew* Luna, find the elevator.
Luna takes 2 steps in the direction of the elevator and . . .
Luna, ha, fooled you mom. *abrupt* 180 turn and pulls back towards the music!
My dog seriously has no taste!
I grumble and once again try and convince Luna that we really don’t want to go dance to the music or whatever it is she wants.
Me, *leash correction* and Luna stares at me like I’ve lost my mind, but I have her attention and tell her to find the elevator.
Luna snorts and huffs her way to the elevator and we are nearly there when . . .
Yep, you guessed it! Luna goes flying around the wall that leads right back around the corner to take us to the music.
I swear I’m trading her in for a Poodle!
Me, fine fine Luna you want to play that way…*attaches leash to gentle leader* take that! Now, find the elevator.
luna, *long sigh and probably sad puppy eyes* and off we go to the elevator. Which I happily praise her and give her hugs and a treat while also blocking her way from trying to be sneaky and take us back to the music, lol.
But wait, the fun’s not over!
We got downstairs in one piece and I remove the leash from the gentle leader…mistake. I forgot that we also have to still get past the bar. Yes, the bar, which of course plays music! *sighs*
Luna, Oo, more music. Mommy you want to go in here, right? Right! *dives* to the right and into the bar we go.
Me, *groans* why me! No Luna, lets go home.
Apparently she didn’t like the music in the bar that much because it wasn’t that big of a fight to get her back out. *whew*
lol, hold on the fun isn’t quite over yet!
Luna gets mad at me
So, finally Luna decides that it’s ok to actually head towards the doors so we can go home. All the music is gone, no dancing for Luna…the poor thing!
Luna takes us to the doors we would normally go out of if I was going to take the bus home, but since it was freezing ass cold outside we were taking Uber home instead and that’s out a different set of doors.
Me, good girl Luna, but not today. Hup-up.
luna, *stares at me, then at the door, then back at me and doesn’t move*
Me, Yes, good girl Luna, but not today and I give her a treat to show her she was right. Normally ha this works well. Um, not tonight.
luna, snorts and I’m sure gives me a dirty look and takes a step towards the doors to go out. Clearly I have no idea what I’m talking about and she must take charge….*follow your dog* Isn’t that what they teach?
Me, a little firmer *no* with a tug on the leash away from those doors.
Luna, Darn human first tells me lets go home and I can’t listen to music. Then when I finally does what she wants and brings us to the right place she says no. *snorts* what’s wrong with her? *groans, grumbles, hmphs* I’m just going to lay here and maybe she’ll figure it out then! Maybe?
And she did exactly that. She plopped on the floor in front of the doors and stared up at me. *chuckles*
Not only did I create a monster when it comes to music, but clearly my dog has OCD or something. I am not allowed to change the door that we go out of. i can go in any door I please, but when going home it absolutely must be the same door. No ifs, ands or buts about it!
After laughing my head off and praising her and telling her what a good girl the nutcase was I did get her to see that I still have all my whits about me.
of course she probably doesn’t believe that one bit, but we finally got to where we need to be and live to tell more stories, lol.