Primping

Yesterday was a much better day all around: no rain, less contention with the dogs, more patience on my part.

Emme has discovered fall. She is very impressed with the dog toys that fall from the trees with every gust of wind. She goes outside to do her business and has to take the time to pounce on leaves, carry leaves in her mouth, and try to eat leaves before I can stop her. She thinks they are wonderful toys.

Yesterday I went to Petco and purchased a comb for Emme’s coat. I started using it in addition to her brush to comb the long hairs around her mouth and face. I think it does a better job than the brush, because I am always afraid that I am going to poke her eyes with the metal bristles of the brush. I have much better control with the comb. She looks so cute and fluffy right after I brush her, but as the day goes on she gets more and more rumpled. After a few hours, she looks like a preschooler after he comes in from playing: a little dirty around the face and the hair going in every direction. I have great admiration for those people who show dogs and keep them neat. That must really be a task.

She continues to work on “sit” and is getting better at that. She knows “come” from playing. Everytime she dashes toward us, we say “Good come” and I think she understands what it means. I can call her from one room to another by calling “Come, Emme.” I have no idea how she would do outside because she is always on the leash. It will be a while before I would trust her off leash in the yard.