This week I had to go alone with out Rocky and shadow a woman. She had a Chinese crested. She mostly held him so the people that weren't all with it couldn't really pet him very well. Rocky will go next week. I think his head is as big as Tate's entire body so people will be able to pet him easier with out me worrying about him getting dropped. Next week Rocky and I go with the woman I went with this week. We'll see how he does.
Shika is always nervous when we upset the routine with room mates. Now she is back to her calm self. She doesn't seem to like the whole room mate idea even though she got walked a little more in August the room mate didn't handle her in a way to make her feel secure. She's a dog you have to be very verbally firm with. If you act all nicey nice to her and use a soft high pitched voice for some reason it spins her nerves up.
We moved to a bottom floor apartment at the back of the complex. Even though I hear the squeaks from the floor above we are away from the courtyard and all the screaming Utah children so it's actually more peaceful back here. We are also right by the neighborhood park entrance which is nice. I don't have to walk through all the yappy dogs in the complex who don't get walked further than one building away from their homes. It amazes me that small dog people think they don't need exercise-the dogs or the owners :p
Since we are on the first floor the dogs can act as goofy as they want with out me having to worry about the noise vibrating through the floor to any neighbors. Rocky of course takes full advantage and bounds through the house once or twice a day with his toys. I'm still waiting for them to unpack while I'm at work ;) This is Rocky's idea of helping his mommy unpack:
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