The sun is shining this morning and it’s mild out, so there is no excuse for the unwelcomed poop on his rug first thing.
This only goes to reconfirm that some tough love training Must commence.
In my most stern voice I tell him off; his ears go back and he runs outside. He knows!
I now have a little sad sulky face following me around desperate for me to forgive him.
As much as I want to and my heart cannot stand to think of him sad, I continue to ignore him and set about getting ready for my day.
It’s tough love time….and this is undoubtably going to be tougher on me than him!
So off I go to work leaving him home alone and he gives me that tilted head look as I explain to him when I will be home.
I tell his Nan my plan for reintroducing ‘alone time‘ however it’s 3pm, I’m sat at work at my desk and a niggling feeling comes over me …. “Hmmm.. I just wonder??!?” …
I make the call to my mum. Surprise, surprise Lloris has had his nanny with him all afternoon and she’s still there when I arrive home at 5.30pm.
“I don’t like to think of him home alone, he likes the company” … she tells me!
It would seem they have had a lovely afternoon with no accidents in the house.
He is rewarded for good behaviour with a cuddle on the sofa. I guess we will try him ‘flying solo’ tomorrow then!!
His leg wound is healing really quite well now. He does still like to lick at it a lot but there is now just a small gap to close.
I’m hoping he may well be ready to recommence his swimming next week. Fingers crossed.
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