A week and a half ago our trainer left us with 3 homework assignments. To date, we've seen little change in Mr. Marlo's response to our "leaving stimuli."
So far, he still comes to find us immediately if he hears the jingle of keys or the rustle of a coat. He still bounds up eagerly from a sound sleep when we call out, "alright dog, we're out of here!" and races in front of us as we walk halfway down the hall.
We weren't expecting miracles, and we know we need to keep up the practice.
In the meantime, we continue our tightly choreographed dance with the dog.
Mike got to go out Friday evening for sushi and drinks with friends as Marlo and I stayed in watching bad TV (somehow my shows of choice this season are Drop Dead Diva, Glee and 90210. I'm certainly not proud of this line-up, but I'm mysteriously hooked on these ridiculous melodramas).
Saturday was my turn, so a friend and I enjoyed dinner at a new restaurant and watched a play downtown while Mike and Marlo chilled (with Top Chef and Project Runway... though he'd deny it all the way...)
Sunday all 3 of us made dinner at Dan and Khamara's house.
And today, a holiday from work, I got to go to yoga and get a haircut as Mike worked from home. Things got a bit iffy there for a moment when my stylist was 20 minutes late (I panicked when I arrived on time and noted the long, thick, soaking wet hair on her client that she was just beginning to blow dry). This meant I wouldn't be home in time to relieve Mike so that he could meet up for a planning dinner with the co-coach of his highschool baseball team. Luckily, the haircut was done at light-speed and the salon was on Mike's route to dinner. He showed up with Marlo for the hand-off just as I was writing my stylist a check. Phew.
A typical weekend with our a-typical dog.
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