Having lived through two kids going through their teen years, I am very familiar with (and immune to) “the look”. That is the expression that says “Yeh right!” or “In your dreams”, or some other such expression of total disdain, in response to some perfectly normal and reasonable request.
I have found it interesting that Ray has developed a similar look, except that his is far more penetrating. Current teens could learn a lot from him in terms of overall effectiveness!
I was introduced to his “the look” once, after a particularly disruptive walk. As I have mentioned in earlier Posts, Ray will periodically put the brakes on and eventually sit down at the most inconvenient times during a walk. Given his separation issues, typically one of us would continue walking until Ray decides that, whatever his plan was, he must keep us all together.
There have been occasions where I have left him with Carol and walked well over 100 yards and he was still sitting down. Plan “B” is then implemented. I turn off somewhere so he cannot see me. That always works! When they catch up with me again, I can feel a pair of Rotti eyes just glaring at me.
Ray just recently took this scenario to a whole new level. We had to go to our local Fortinos (supermarket) and, as Carol was after some very specific items and needed to see what the choices were, she did the shopping and I stayed in the lobby with Ray. We thought this was a good idea because, although Ray’s separation issues are with both of us, he is clearly more protective of Carol. It seemed that having some forced time away from her would be a “baby step” towards a little more independence.
Carol must have been away for 15-20 minutes and, during that time, Ray was “on edge”. He would whine; sit; stand; lay down; greet anybody who gave him some attention and then turn to me for a treat; sit; whine; lay down; jump upon the seat with me; try and get through the automatic doors every time they opened; lay down; whine. It was quite a long 15-20 minutes!
Every time there was movement from within the store, he would become highly alert, and then dejected because it was not Carol.
Eventually, he did see her coming towards the doors and jumped up to greet her (this has to be deterred as he could knock people over quite easily) but, after some “sit” and “down” repeats, he settled down enough that we could leave the store.
I ask that you use your imagination from this point:
Imagine seeing our lovely Ray leaving a store with his Mom. His tail is high, and his gait is very light. His mouth is very relaxed. Clearly he is one very happy dog to be going home with his Mom. Dad is walking close by with a number of shopping bags. Clearly the end of a family shopping trip. Then you notice something else. Ray is glancing across at his Dad with an odd expression. As you watch him, you realize that he is totally focused and is giving an unblinking Rotti stare to his Dad.
“How could you let her go in there on her own!”
“You should have let me go and rescue her.”
“You don’t even seem concerned. What is your problem?”
Sorry Ray, but I survived two teenagers. I am immune!