This weekend, my brother-in-law, Win, and his girlfriend, Tracy, came to stay with us. This was their first time meeting Pyrrha, and they, both being “dog people,” were very excited.
Tracy has a shy cockapoo named Adelaide, so she was already well-versed in the language of shy dogs, and Pyrrha took to her very quickly. I’d even go so far as to say that Pyrrha developed something of a crush on Tracy. Pyr followed her around all weekend, took to lavishly kissing her legs and toes, trying to play with her, sit beside her at every given moment. I daresay the rest of us got a little jealous.
We had several events this past weekend, and so Win and Tracy graciously agreed to let her out and feed her dinner while we were away. I wasn’t sure how it would go. The last time we asked a “stranger” to watch Pyrrha, she wouldn’t come out of her crate or eat and was cowering in fear.
But when we got home, they happily reported that she was as calm as could be, ate when Win fed her, and went out when Tracy asked her to. I was delighted. A small victory, perhaps, but I like to count every one. They’re always little reminders of how far Pyrrha has come and how far she still has to go.