This is part six of a six part series called Our Story.
In the last post, Michga miraculously came back to me after almost being sold. From this point on, she was really my dog (and of course I’m her human).
To complete the basics of “our story”, here’s a basic summary of the last six years.
I was still in high school for these first two and a half years, and Michga came with me back and forth between my mom and dad’s houses. My mom didn’t want her staying there at first, but I convinced her to let her “just for one night.” My mom fell in love with her too, and spoils her whenever she’s there.
Michga was quick to learn to sit and lay down, slow to be potty trained and learn to come back when you call her. She is a terrier, after all, and just try to keep them from chasing after a squirrel when they see one. It’s not easy work. Especially since, I admit, I find it pretty cute when Michga tries to chase a squirrel up a tree. Does she think if she barks at it long enough it’s going to decide to come down?
We noticed pretty quickly that Michga’s fear of strangers often manifested as aggression. She barked and growled at people, but she wouldn’t go near them and often hid behind my legs. Not a very scary picture, but still a little concerning.
I was, and still am, pretty inexperienced with dog training, so I made ineffective efforts to make her stop acting aggressively. My reluctance to ever tell her ‘no’ or make her do something she doesn’t want to do did not help with this.
Those two and a half years past, and then it was time for me to go to college three hours away. Unfortunately, there were no pets allowed in dorm rooms, so that meant Michga was going to have to stay with dad instead of coming to school with me.
After spending a year without her (besides visiting home, which I did at least once a month), I was determined not to be in a dorm again, and finding an apartment that allowed pets became my priority. Michga now lives in an apartment with me, and I’m never letting her go again.
She still has the same fear of and sometimes aggression towards strangers. I figured that with this blog, it would be a good time to start trying to help her with this fear. That’s going to be one of my goals with Paw Print Diary, to document my progress with this.
Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed this series!
To read Our Story from the beginning, go here.