My pudding. You don’t know her but she’s quite an extraordinary animal. She’s brave, relentless, stubborn, moody, optimistic, and very real. What you see is definitely what you get. Pudding is far from perfect though, I know and I’ll be the first to admit so. She’s moody, she’s lazy and she’s bites but she’s also so loving and fun. She also gets emotional and like other dogs, can sense and experience sadness. I won’t go into the “chicken soup” stories about my dog being there for me when I was down and so on but she was a big help to have around.
She was also my walking partner as she was the only one who could keep up with me, that was once I got her out. It’s funny how we trick her into going for a walk. She’s a clever little dog and loves rides in the car more than a walk. She also knows that once we’ve picked up our bags and jiggle the car keys, were going for a ride. She herself then, grabs her leash, wagging her tail furiously, begs us to take her for a joyride. So we trick her, struggle to put the leash over her wriggling body and literally drag her past the car for a walk. Once that has been accomplished, and she’s outside, she starts loving it, bouncing around happily, sniffing along, although it doesn’t usually last more than 20 minutes.
It was interesting watching her while we walked, that is when she wasn’t pulling and tugging me all over the place. After she has calmed down and is walking calmly beside me, I notice how observant she is. Dogs are always very keenly aware of their surroundings. They smell and taste everything they find along the way. Their ears perk at the slightest sound. Their eyes are constantly scanning the surrounding watching for any thing that moves. As enjoyable as it was walking with her, it was equally frustrating as once she was done she refused to budge. You see, Pudding is a very smart and observant dog and knows her way home for miles as we have walked around the whole neighborhood. She knows she has nothing to lose and she can very well find her own way home. So she stays put in the direction of home, tugging me in that direction. she becomes my master. She does the same thing when confronted by the stray dogs in the neighborhood so when were out for a walk she tries to pull me to take me another route but sometimes we she’s forced to confront them, ego and pride come in and I can see her pretending not to be scared, her hairs standing up and her tail stiff, growling at the other dogs till we’re passed them. Then she happily leads me home.