Her name was basicly miss Chaos and lady Mayhem.
No one had convinced us that training a puppy was that hard.
Nala was as cute as she was a hazardously clueless labrador.
Yet, today I see the results of my relentless, gradual training of one and a half years.
She can sit and wait for her food for a good chunk of time, even without seeing me.
Her only time of the day when she drools from both sides of her mouth, ha.
She knows to look me in the eye to wait for the release.
Then when I release her, the food bowl is empty in almost seconds.
She can run back to us when we whistle a double whistle, and lie down when we tell her.
When we enter the house after being away, she quite fast calms down and lays down, like a good girl.
We're still figuring out how to help her remain calm, when her favorites appear; other dogs or people.
Then it's a full on party mode with speedy tail wags.
And not to mention walking next to us on the leash, usually she follows her nose like it was her boss.
But Rome was not built in a day.
You know that frustration when your hard efforts show barely any change.
What training Nala has thought me, is how surrending to the process is a mindset.
It's this willingness to be uncomfortable, when what you see in real life is so far away like east from west, from the result you see in your head.
Love,
Pia
>> To be continued in next week's blog. << ❤️
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