Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Georgia the Sheltered Dog


The first morning after the long moving day was, as expected, an early one. 

(Why do kids do that? Busy, stressful days in a new environment should be followed by at least two mornings of sleeping late and being lazy. But, oh no! The later we go to bed, the earlier my kids get up. The newer the place, the even extra earlier they wake up.)

Even though we have not stayed in this particular house before, we have stayed in this neighborhood at least four other time, so the kids knew pretty well what to expect. 

But not Georgia. 

She was a lost and confused shaking pile of dog flesh. 




Georgia has lived her entire life in one house, playing with doggie friends in only 1-2 neighbors' yards, walking the same walk, running the same route. The sights, sounds, and smells were consistent and familiar. 

This being a whole different country, Georgia was in for some culture shock!



The back deck of our our first house is ocean front, high on a cliff overlooking the beautiful blue water of the Exuma Sound.

Georgia has seen water before, but it was calm, smooth lake water of Lake Amistad in Del Rio.

She hated that water. 

The water here wasn't any better. Even though she was probably 50 yards away from it, Georgia didn't like the look of all of that blue. 

In fact, she barked at the slow waves breaking against the cliff. 

She barked at the palm trees as they rustled loudly in the breeze. 

She barked at the far away sounds of other vacationers enjoying their beach holiday. 

But worst of all, she barked at each and every boat that passed our way. 

No. Not bark. She WENT COMPLETELY BERSERK.  Hair standing on end, crouched down, growling anger. 

She had a healthy dose of fence aggression back in Del Rio, and now she had a case of deck aggression!

The sailboats were the worst. 

Until the paddle boarders came close to the cliff. 

THAT was something to see. (Man! Those pasty Americans suddenly could paddle very quickly!!)




Eventually, with some encouragement, love, and bacon, Georgia stopped snarling and air-attacking the passersby.  

She figured it out. 

She learned how to chill. 

At least on the deck she did. 

Everywhere on the island?  That's a different story. 




Overall, I think she's happy here, because the one constant in all of this change, change, change is the fact that her people are all here with her. 

We moved to a new place, but brought the old, comfortable love. 

That's the best thing to bring on a new adventure.

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