Y’all, in the three weeks we’ve been back in Iowa, Scotti has gotten super naughty. I feel so guilty. We went from being able to walk 3-4 miles a day, to maybe managing one and a half. The weather, plus my inability to breathe due to a growing baby means that the struggle is real.
Since we got to Eldora, Scotti has escaped the house not once, but three times. Luckily I’ve learned that if I just sit in his eyesight, holding a jar of peanut butter that he’ll come back to me pretty quickly. So now, while every house on the block is covered in Christmas decorations, my mom has a jar of peanut butter sitting on a window sill, ready to be grabbed. And small town greatness: peanut butter was on sale for 3 days at .99 cents, so we’re all stocked up for any future escapes.
And I sweat, the escapes started once I finally got frustrated enough to give him a not-so-great bang trim. It’s like he can finally see the freedom.
Now if only I could figure out a way to get Scotti to stop barking at the wind in the middle of the night.