Last week, Kona had many spooky days that seemed to be brought on by pain in her jaw. Her fear of me eased over the weekend and she has been one brave pup these past few days.
On Monday, I recruited my parents to join Kona and I on our hike. We didn't make it out as early as we usually do, so there was more activity on the trail. Kona handled the extra people and dogs without a blink. About half way through our hike, I heard gunshots. Lots of them. This particular trail borders the shooting range for the local police department. (Yes, the joys of urban trekking).
I cringed when the first round went off. Kona jumped. Then she went back to her all important job of the morning-lizard hunting! She was so obsessed with chasing lizards that she hardly rotated an ear after the first round of gunshots.
When we got home, we were greeted by painters who had taken over the kitchen and rearranged the furniture in the living room. Kona has seen these three people a number of times, so they weren't complete strangers and I wasn't surprised that Kona didn't seem too botherd by them. I was surprised when she approached one painter with her "little wiggle." When Kona is happy but not too sure about a situation, she lowers her head, holds her tail down, but still manages to wag her tail. It's the "little wiggle."
At first, Kona was worried about walking through the ransacked living room to get through the kitchen and out the backdoor. But after a few tries, she got it down and now moves through the rooms without any coaching.
Sure, I had to turn around after only a block while trying to walk Kona in the neighborhood this morning, but she's still doing great. Even with two nonpack members moving through the house, she's currently curled up in her bed.
I count each relaxed moment with Kona as something special. I hope she learns to be at ease in more places, but I'm also glad she has her handful of safe spots to really let loose.