Today I looked at Fate and instead of seeing a puppy, I saw a dog. Not that she isn’t still acting like a puppy, but there was something different in her long legs and body, in the look on her face. And it seems like everyday she learns something new and calms down a little more.
This morning, for the first time, I was working on a pillow on my floor and Fate was out of her crate. She stopped chewing for a moment and came over to where I was working. She started to pull at the scarps I had just cut off. I only had to tell her “no” once then told her to go get a toy. And she did. She got her stuffed pheasant and started chewing on it next to me.
Seemed like a small miracle, or maybe it’s that thing, about really meaning it. Because when I told her “no” I did mean it. And I’ve really meant it every time we come into my studio that I expect Fate not to constantly bother me or the things on my shelves and floor. There’s plenty of fun things for her to do in my studio without getting into my stuff. So maybe she got it.
Right now she’s sleeping on the floor next to my sewing machine. I’m sure she’s tired from our walks and sheepherding. It’s a good balance between all of those things. And Fate’s already becoming a great studio dog.