Some people drop off the planet and weeks later come back and say “I’m so sorry about not blogging!”. I am not one of those people. I won’t say I’m sorry because a.) I’m not, it was kind of nice to take a break and b.) I’m pretty sure no one noticed anyway (I’d be a raging narcissist if I thought people were actually hanging on my every word).
So yada yada, I’ve been busy, etc. Life was happening and for once in three years, I kind of forgot I had a blog. No seriously, one day earlier this week I realized that I had not so much as thought about my blog in two days. Like I said, stuff was happening. Like…
I became a city dweller.
Home sweet home is our third floor walk up in Philadelphia. It still kind of feels like we’re crashing with friends or something. I wonder when it will become normal that I live here.
Archie started using a face harness and hated every minute of it.
As city dwellers, we needed to get a handle on Archie’s walking habits. I’d like to say that he’s super well-trained but I’m not that good of a liar so let’s just say that he’s a puller and a mild jumper (BUT IN A CUTE WAY) and we had some things to work on as we’re now sharing crowded sidewalks. Enter: the face harness (also known as the Gentle Leader). It has been a complete game changer for us. Archie does not pull one bit. Zero pulling.
My biggest fear was that he would slip out of it (and run in to the street) but if you make it tight enough around the back of the skull (as directed and is perfectly comfortable for the pup) there is no way that could happen. Really, I tried. N insisted we needed to give the face harness a real shot and I was terrified so I tried to yank it off of Archie’s head and…nothing. It stays put and makes walks a breeze!
That being said, Archie is not a fan. During walks he’s pretty distracted by city stuff (trash, other dogs, joggers, etc.) and he doesn’t notice it much. When we hit grass, he remembers and rubs his face along the grass or dramatically lies on his back and paws at his face. It’s hilarious but also kind of sad. It’s a work in progress for him and a win for us.
Out of necessity, I became a morning person.
6:30am and I’m up and walking Archie. Because the closest grass is three blocks from our house. Eek. While getting out of bed is rough, I’m actually enjoying our head-clearing, jump-start the day walks together.
Ask me if I still feel that way in mid-January.
We unpacked everything in two days.
BOOM. Nailed it.
We survived moving and an IKEA trip with our relationship intact.
And isn’t that the most impressive thing of all?