Since Tim left, I’ve been noticing that Zena’s been having less and less “accidents” (read purposeful because she’s pissed off at me for leaving her at home) whenever I leave the house for all of three to four hours to go to work every evening. I’ve been trying to give her the opportunity to show me that she can be GOOD and actually putting trust into her by letting her stay out upstairs, instead of locking her up in her crate. And so I’ve been keeping a close eye on her for the past week, and she hasn’t made any messes at all!
So yesterday while I was doing some cleaning upstairs, I decided to fold up her crate and put it away. I went to work as usual, and when I got back, again there were no messes! I thought, well damn! Maybe she’s actually learned that big girls don’t do their business inside the house! I spent all of last night praising her, and babying her, and telling her what a good girl she is, and how proud of her I was.
And then I made the mistake of leaving her in my room for ten minutes while I went upstairs to make tea. -.- She wanted to come with me, but I told her no. Stay here for a few minutes, I’ll be right back, I told her. And before I closed the door, I could swear she gave me this evil look. Of course, I didn’t think anything of it at the time, because I leave her in my room all the time, and she’s always been good.
When I came back downstairs, the little stuffed husky plush toy that Tim had given me was in the middle of the floor, covered in dog slobber, with an eye pulled out of his face!! @.@ I don’t think I’ve ever been as upset with Zena as I was last night. Of ALL of the plush wolves and dogs that I have, she went after THAT one. There were ones on the chair closer to her own dog bed that she could have grabbed. But no… she had to jump up onto MY BED, and even still of the three other plush pups on my bed, she had to get her jaws on the one that was a gift from Tim. The one that I sleep with every night. :/
She KNOWS which toys are hers, and which toys are mine. She has never, EVER gone after my toys before. But this time, she had other ideas, and all because she was mad at me for leaving her in my room. For ten minutes. And after I spent the night telling her how good she was, too. >.<
I swear. Any professional dog trainers and behaviorists out there who still believe that dogs aren’t capable of being spiteful bastards should meet Zena.