I’ll cut to the chase: It went really, really, well. Better, in fact, that any of us – K and I for sure – could ever have dreamed. (The lovely Kirsten of peacefuldog can testify that I was expecting absolute drama, and has a desperate email plea for advice to prove it!)
Gatsby stayed calm. Because of this, we humans could relax and enjoy the experience.
|This photo was taken from inside the house. Velcro dog outside? Check. Human inside? Check. Pigs flying? Check.|
I admit I kind of still can't believe Gatsby spent a whole 24 hours away from home without any meltdowns from either four- or two- leggers, but upon reflection I can credit its success to 2 factors:
- Purely by chance, K’s brother dropped Gatsby off. This meant that Gatsby didn’t have to endure K – her one, her only, the light of her life, blah blah blah bark bark bark whine whine – bringing her somewhere and abandoning her to the oh so cold, empty world beyond
and we didn’t have to endure the inevitable whining and carry-on! So she was calm (by Gatsby's standards, anyway) to begin with.
- I was super organised and arranged all the details before she arrived. I’m not saying this to toot my own horn, but to have a record here of things that can help me in future, and maybe help you guys too!
- She was calm.
|Getting my white fur as brown as possible is hard work!|
Gatsby's explanation: Walk! Park! Mud! Yawn.
- Gatsby didn’t have one accident in my house.
Gatsby’s explanation: Doing business in the house like an uncivilised human? Gross!
(K: And my house, where you live, and pee on the floor all the time, is what – the street?)
- She didn’t destroy a single unsanctioned item.
Gatsby’s explanation: Destroy things? But I like it here.
|The gate stops Gatsby from disappearing into the clutter, never to be seen again|
- Gatsby didn’t end up anywhere she wasn’t supposed to be.
Gatsby: Ha. I didn’t even try to walk through them! After all… why would I move away from my water, bed, and most of all... my people? ♥