Canela, the trouble maker
Canela turned out to be a more active dog than what we had thought. She
jumped a lot, thing which the whole family disliked greatly. She also started
digging holes in the yard, pulling plants out of flowerpots and ripping the
newspapers apart. One day she almost got hit by a car, when dad opened the
garage door and she went through it running hastily and crossing the street without
looking...
We had to make a decision. Either find another home for Canela, or she would stay
with us, but tied.
I didn't want to lose her, and I never stopped to think of what was better for
the dog, so, she stayed with us, indeed, but she had to remain tied all day.
Whenever we let her loose, she ran like crazy until all her energy was exhausted.
Since she didn't make lots of excersise, her condition was bad and she got tired
easily. But she enjoyed the moments she spent free greatly, and me and my family
played with her. One of her favorite toys was a tennis ball. She had three tennis
balls in fact, we had to replace them because she bit them so hard she broke the
three of them in half... (powerful jaw, huh? ;) )
One of the main problems of Canela was her temper. She got angry quite easily
and turned into a very aggressive dog if she felt annoyed by something.
(hmm... ever heard that a dog is somehow alike to its owner? ;) ) The thing is
that whenever she did something bad and we scolded her, she would bark at us,
click with her teeth and try to show us she was more dominant than us. Just
imagine!!
As time passed, Canela still behaved the same, so she had to remained tied all day.
Her temper was as aggressive as always, however, she had learnt to respect
my dad, my mom, my brother and my grandma. Me? Ha! No. I seldom hit her, but I
shouted at her when she did something wrong... but she didn't seem to care.
She kinda knew that if I was around, she could do whatever she wanted and I
wouldn't hurt her at all. According to her, I had no authority at all... It was really funny to see
her, sitting down, obeying my father... and whenever she saw me, she would
stand up and start disobeying him... It was as if she saw me like one of her
kind... Well, I am not amazed of that.. if she whined, I whined back. I howled
along with her, if she barked, I echoed her bark... I remember she used to tilt
her head if I whined, and she would come closer and try to lick my face, that is
if she was loose. If she was tied, she would just look at me reproachfully, like
saying "I should be the one whining, not you..."
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