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A few weeks ago Galen was startled when the wind caught the lid of a recycling bin and ripped it open with a loud clatter. He now has a profound distrust of wheelie bins.
Today Galen and I were happily trundling along on our afternoon walk when he went rigid and planted all four feet. There, in front of us, was a bright blue recycling bin, his nemesis incarnate. Off in the distance was a further row of them. Tomorrow is trash day in my neighborhood, and many of my neighbors had already rolled their containers out to the curb. There was no way to continue the walk without encountering a recycling bin.
"Oh for heaven's sake," I thought to myself. " I am not living for the next decade with a dog that's scared of wheelie bins. " I made a big show of creeping up on the bin, examined it carefully, and have it a firm poke. Satisfied that I had showed both that bin and Galen that I was not going to give way to a recycling container, I continued on to the next one. It got the same thorough inspection and firm poke.
On we went. I growled and circled a few bins before poking them. I yelled encouragement at Galen and ran up to a few bins as though there was some possibility they might slither away from us. By the end Galen was looking as embarrassed as I felt. At least he wasn't shying away from them at that point.
Today Galen and I were happily trundling along on our afternoon walk when he went rigid and planted all four feet. There, in front of us, was a bright blue recycling bin, his nemesis incarnate. Off in the distance was a further row of them. Tomorrow is trash day in my neighborhood, and many of my neighbors had already rolled their containers out to the curb. There was no way to continue the walk without encountering a recycling bin.
"Oh for heaven's sake," I thought to myself. " I am not living for the next decade with a dog that's scared of wheelie bins. " I made a big show of creeping up on the bin, examined it carefully, and have it a firm poke. Satisfied that I had showed both that bin and Galen that I was not going to give way to a recycling container, I continued on to the next one. It got the same thorough inspection and firm poke.
On we went. I growled and circled a few bins before poking them. I yelled encouragement at Galen and ran up to a few bins as though there was some possibility they might slither away from us. By the end Galen was looking as embarrassed as I felt. At least he wasn't shying away from them at that point.