Day 8 - The only way out is through

"The Captains  T&D Team  (lockdown) Log"

Collective thoughts of the group over the lockdown period



Date: Thu 2 Apr 2020

By: Lani Morgan - Ecommerce & Social Media Sales


There’s a new man of the house… My dog.
After 12 consecutive days at home, he can't figure out why he's not getting 100% of my attention, 100% of the time.  In turn, we have established somewhat of a morning routine - completely dictated by him.
It’s 8.35am, he’s just woken up. A full lap of the house ends at the front door. Right on cue, the 360 turn, and jump against the frame to be let out. Then goes the lap of our garden. He’s got this one down pat, slowly inching up our driveway, an act he knows can only be rewarded... waiting for those three words... “WANT A TREAT?!” I’ve never seen anything move so quickly in my life – comparable to a cheetah hunting its prey.
Too easy, he thinks.
I attempt to cower in my office & get stuck in to work. He has other plans. His shrill cries start outside my office door. 8.46am. I open the door, and he vanishes down the stairs. It's become a wee bit of a game. He tries a different approach this time, Sitting. Waiting. Patient. He knows that I know he wants to go outside again.
O.K. fine... but this time, you’re going out on your lead. For him, the lead means walkies, so, up the drive we go. He has the idea that outside means treats, and the longer he's outside, the more treats he gets. But, I do have to drag him back inside. He tries to get me to say those three words… expecting… waiting… Not this time.
I settle back in my office, ready for my usual morning meeting. 8.59am. Those cries begin again. This time, I am able to pick him up before he runs for the front door, and put him in with Dad. Now, I am able to get through until 10am before I hear the scratches and cries outside my office door. 
When I don't respond after a few minutes he realises the game is over and goes and does what pugs do best, sleep and I can get on with the rest of my day.
 But, I know tomorrow it’ll be the same all over again. . . our morning routine.

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