Whenever we go to pet stores, Bowpi gets really excited and forgets all her leash manners as she darts back and forth sticking her face under dusty shelves with her rump in the air.
Since she is frequently rewarded for her efforts with a stray, stale kibble or two, she sees no reason to pay me any mind when I ask her to behave. And since this is the closest thing she gets to “hunting,” who am I to spoil her fun?
Also, I had to adjust the costs of things for June because I almost forgot that we finally got Bowpi microchipped ahead of the Fourth of July weekend. We’ve put it off for so long because she doesn’t seem inclined to escape, though she’ll sometimes lose track of what she’s doing when she gets panicked.
I saw her teetering on the verge when we were at the dog park close to the Fourth. While it was very clear that no fireworks were allowed in the park, there were sporadic booms from across the bay, thundering throughout the particular acoustic environment of the hills.
Had there been a flurry of successive explosions, she may very well have decided to run home on her own. But it was early in the evening yet, and Bowdu was unfazed, so she stuck close. I was very proud of her for keeping her cool.
Nevertheless, seeing how close she was to flight mode, I saw no reason to keep testing her. We didn’t hang around much longer and spent the rest of the evening in the comfort of home.
Though nothing happened, this is why I was glad to finally get her chipped, even if the giant needle made her cry. The pain was forgotten minutes later, when she went right back to stalking crumbs.