Have you ever suffered through a trauma and had to almost start your life over from scratch? And all of those baby steps you were taking seem to amount to nothing? Take a lesson from Chance those baby steps add up. Three years of baby steps and Chance met the receptionist at the vet. The V-E-T! The most petrifying place where strangers touch and poke you. It was on his terms, outside, next to truck and he was great!! It was a wonderful feeling when he accepted the treats from her. A clear sign he was safe and comfortable.
This after I'd already took him in to be weighed for a sled harness I am ordering him. Just the event that occurred inside the vets office was amazing. You would have thought we had planned it. Chance pulled me full steam ahead and went straight to the scale. Like he knew what we were there for or that it was a safe spot of some sort. I don't know With no command, he sat on it without as much as a flinch until it read 85.5 pounds (38.7 kg). When I gave him the OK, he pulled me straight for the door. When I told him to 'stop" he turned and sat while three of the staff sat and talked to and about him. Everyone at a polite distance. He was actually relaxed. I become so relaxed talking with the receptionist that I didn't move quick enough when someone was coming to the door, even when she had warned me. Chance instantly went into self protective mode and snapped at the receptionist when she went to comfort him by reaching to pet his head. She told me later she shouldn't have done that. I should have moved when she mention the incoming person.
So after Chance and I walked around the grounds a bit and I had him back in the truck. I wanted to leave on a better ending. That's when I mustered up the courage and asked the receptionist if she would come outside for a better goodbye with Chance. I was so glad I did. Meeting people at home is so much different than meeting them out in public, for both of us. But I was confident with Chance. It helped me to realize when the receptionist made the comment that Chance wasn't going to let her touch him. That made a key difference for me to find where his comfort level was. Where his boundaries are right now. Accepting treats out of her hand was one thing, any other form of touch was crossing a line.
We are so proud of you Chance!
For those who may be new readers, Chance is a pup from our litter who was returned to us after 8 months, ribs showing, neglected and abused. Every step with him has been a miracle. You can read more about Chance HERE.