IO’s Choice
It’s not often that IO puts her foot–ahem… paw–down, but when she does, forget it. Once her mind is made up, there is no changing it. Tonight we were grilling steaks outside and I opened the back hatch of my husband’s car and took a seat. Cheyenne and IO jumped in, happy to hang out with me back there. However, when it was time to go inside, IO refused to get out of the car. We left the car door open and went inside to eat dinner. Afterwards, we tried to coax her out. Nothing. So I decided to bribe her with steak. She came to the door but acted as though she didn’t want to jump down. I thought maybe her hips were hurting so I gave the piece of steak to her and when I went to help her out of the car, she quickly ran back in the car and laid down. OK. I went and got my husband. We told her she had to get out of the car when she pulled out the big gun–The Look of Desperation. By now she has been in the car 45 minutes. We looked at each other and knew that we had been defeated. We rounded up the others and went for a ride in the car, which is what she wanted all along. She had made up her mind that she was going with us the next time we went somewhere and she was simply going to wait as long as it took. In case you were wondering about Cheyenne, she was waaayyy too excited about everything else going on in the neighboorhood to stay focused on just one goal. She helped out though–in the car, out of the car, in the car, out of the car… you get the idea. I’m still in disbelief that I lost a battle of wills… to a dog.