I’m not taking my need to lose weight seriously enough.  I slipped during the last two weeks and bought two of those Edy ice cream barrels.  Chocolate peanut butter.  I really didn’t even like it.  I like Blue Belle.  But I burned the roof of my mouth with some too hot rice, and I needed something cold to eat, Edy’s was on sale, and that was how I spiraled down down down.  But I’m back up up up again.  No more sweets ‘cept for oranges, and let’s see if I can keep it that way.

Last night, Dudley again caused me strife.  He stuck his nose into the tug 3 times and then zoned out.  I sat there with my tug and treats and he sat there in the Dudley Zone.  I wanted to cry.  Instead, I told him I was hoping we could work together for a few minutes, but being he was not going to participate, I asked him to leave and I took Bunny in and we had a big to-do about her jumping in the air and I clicked and gave her all the Vienna sausage originally destined for Dudley.  He watched from the other side of the ex-pen. I didn’t know what his feelings were because Mimi’s brat has surfaced.  She can throw a fit; oh my, can she throw a fit!  I have been ignoring most of them.  Occasionally, she gets a little too rambunctious in her crate, so I ask her to settle her bad self down.  She’s a tender mixture of sensitivity and tantrum.  Raven is tantrum and “I don’t care what you do to me.  I’m still gonna scream.”  I am so blessed to have such divas in my life.

Tonight, while I was taking pictures of Luigi in his new collar, Mimi jumped up next to him for some cuddling and snuggling.  He didn’t know what to think of it.  She is a little doll.  A sometimes brat, but a little doll.  After dinner tonight, we were sitting in the back yard and I called her to me.  All I can say is pew!  The bad breath!  Why do I get so lucky to get all the poop eaters?

Back to Dudley.  A couple hours later, and just before dinner, I cut up another one of those Vienna sausages and took Dudley outside.  I took the tug, also.  I was going to start him directly onto pivoting, which he is doing great at, but took a chance that he was 2 hours hungrier and a little put out from being removed from center stage last time, so I sprung the tug on him.

This time, the moment he looked at it, I clicked and treated.  It quickly grew into his jumping up to grab it, which was where we had left off the day before.  I saw the error of my ways.  In our first session, he poked at the tug 3 times and I didn’t acknowledge that.  I wanted to immediately start off where we ended the night before – where he grabbed and pulled.  But with Dudley, I’m finding out, he needs a warm-up.  So from here on out, I’ll click his warm-up so he doesn’t get deflated.

Geesh!  So much sensitivity in my pack.