Good grief. Carbon picked today to discover his inner picking up gun dog. I'm running errands getting ready to travel and one of those was to go into the key shop to see if they could copy my car key. It's a tiny shop (space for about two customers) and there was already someone at the counter so I hung back a bit with Carbon. He starts snuffling in the corner as he is wont to do and I get ready to do my "leave it" thing (though we are working on it uncued, it is FAR from ready for primetime). Then...
...up comes his head with a big ball of something grey and fluffy in his mouth! And the ball starts flapping!
He'd bagged a pigeon!
I nearly had heart failure and I'm pretty sure Carbon and the pigeon nearly had heart failure as well. I yelled "Drop it!!!!", Carbon opened his mouth and the pigeon wisely scurried out the door and flew away.
That did NOT start things off well with the key guy. And to make matters worse, apparently my question about my car key was dumb as "Only the dealer can do that." OK, thanks. I've never had to copy a car key before.
So Carbon and I head out the door and my brave boy cowers as he looks around to see where the pigeon had gone. Despite logic saying that the pigeon was in Carbon's mouth and not vice-versa, Carbon clearly thought the dastardly bird had attacked HIM.
Then we went into the bank and saw our favourite teller and all the charm got poured back on. If Brogan would have been "attacked" by a pigeon, he would have needed to lay on the sofa all day with smelling salts. This one...well butter wouldn't melt. The changing moods give me whiplash sometimes!
Oh, and today also included a run to the post office (it's coming
@HAH !) where instead of standing nicely in line like he usually does, Carbon decided to run through his whole set of backing behaviours. Down at my side, switch over to down in front, scooting down. I kept bringing him back to his starting position where he should WAIT but he'd just flop off onto to something else. I swear he was gaining momentum from the attention he was getting.
As I said, good grief. I can't whack him with something, so I'll just have to laugh. Only one more errand today...but to the raw food store. Why do I have the feeling he's going to gobble treats, jump into the freezer and vomit on the rug? Party down, Carbon, party down.
