It seems that shaving CJ last month has had unfortunate consequences. She now hates us – specifically me.
I don’t blame her. Being manhandled and forced to have a disasterous haircut would piss anyone off, but ever since then she has growled at me and Helen whenever we touch her and refused to obey any commands.
It could also be because she is now 7 and a half months old, which roughly equates to her being a 13 year old girl. I guess this is the canine equivalent of slamming the bedroom door, screaming “I hate you” and listening to My Chemical Romance very loudly.
Now Helen has been forced to essentially re-teach her everything. This includes simple commands, praising her for doing the basics and showering her with attention.
Me? Well, CJ and I are kind of at loggerheads ever since she was ‘overfed’ at Christmas and had explosive diarrhoea over the living room carpet. She ignores me, I ignore her, but every now and then, we put aside our hostilities and watch some TV. However most of time, she is trying to steal my dinner.
I have a feeling that 2012 is going to be a trying year.
Also – I think she’s starting to change colour. She’s getting grey patches all over her. Maybe it’s stress…