Well it is Tuesday and the retainer is (as of this moment) still in her mouth. I have become her favorite chew toy in the process. I am doing the best I can to keep her tired. We walk and we walk and we walk on leash. But I choose where we walk - no sticks, nothing that she might decide to bite. This entails doing laps around the local regional park which has a large population of geese. Most of our walk is an attempt to make some kind of forward progression while not jumping on me, making wild grabs at my vest, or eating goose poop. I was shocked at how large a goose poop can be, it is the size of a small dinner plate. I, in desperation, bought a muzzle so that I can let her run on the back pasture at the barn. Put the muzzle on, let her run, take it off and hopefully have a tired puppy. Yes, I am very conflicted at having bought a muzzle for a very sweet puppy. Besides, it pushes all her hair up and I'm not sure she can see anything. She is so desperate to chew on something that she has taken to whirling like a dervish in pursuit of her tail. She hasn't mastered the art of not getting dizzy yet and falls over - but is up again to chase it in the other direction. Briards are comical dogs and need things to do, she is a very busy girl and I am working hard to find things for her that don't entail biting me or anything else. This is a very short term problem and I will know if this retainer is working on Friday - hopefully we will both survive until then. Oh, and just as a side note most of my friends are laughing at me for having a dog with a retainer.
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