OK, so using the web link http://grammartips.homestead.com/than.html I am still unable to determine if I should be using “Then” or “Than” in the title… Is the use an article or a time? Be that as it may…
Marcy went out with Maude, Sarah and William for a walk this evening and I was able to get these great pictures!
Thing is, looks are deceiving:
Just prior to these pictures being taken, Marcy got her line hung up on some rocks. If you live anywhere within the 85331 zip code, and heard a high-pitched shriek at around 5:30 pm, that was Marcy.
Though she has significantly relaxed, and even just last night, crawled into my lap when I was on the floor playing with the other kids (day 32 in captivity), she still goes in to blind panics when restrained, even by a 15 foot line. We still can’t approach her, other than the hallway by the back door, without her running.
Back to the pics. When I got her loose from the rocks, she ran to a little grass filled cubby under a low hanging tree. She was too afraid for me to pull her out, so I just sat and talked to her. In the first pic, she was still vocalizing and trembling, but hey, it was a great shot, so I took it!
In the second pic, she was quieted down. Note the ears – she noticed the other dogs were getting farther away. That was enough to get her to come out of the nook on her own.
Something else to note: Look close at the pictures. Marcy is in a harness. But look at the right side. She got her leg out. When she was calm enough to gently reel in, about 10 minutes later, though her leg was kind of hard to get back behind the strap already, I tightened the harness to what I believed to be a little too tight. Guess what happened when we got back to the Jeep? At reel-in to pick her up, she freaked and the very same leg came out. She is a nimble one! Note to any potential home: She may be able to get out of a harness if she really wants to, ergo, you must be ever vigilant!
Marcy did, overall, have fun, though not as much as when she was out with The Idiot Group last weekend. She got to roll in the grass, eat said grass, and explore, so no worries that the entire trip was torture on her.
There was a bit of an epiphany on the road walking back to the Waggin’ Wagon as well: Marcy was interested in where the other dogs were, but she was sticking “close” to me. Where the others would wander a little too and fro, Marcy stayed precicely 3 feet behind my person, at least until I made a move to pick her up – then she freaked.
For the record: Girls are indeed more empathetic than boys. When Marcy got hung on the rocks and the shrieking began, both Maude and Sarah went to her aid. Willy, on the other hand, simply looked over his shoulder at her, then proceeded on his merry way. Men just don’t get it!