I bought a dog treadmill for the two misfits yesterday. My corgi, Roxy, has been driving me bonkers with her pooping all over the house recently and according to every dog behaviorist out there, I need to tire her out and exercise her more. Since I'm a lazy ass, I bought a treadmill to do the work for me.
I balked a bit at the price, especially because it's not returnable. But I bit anyway. Now I'm out 400 bucks and I hope these mutts appreciate it. So I stayed home yesterday from work to accept the package because I don't trust my neighbors not to steal it: "Homes! It looks like a large electronic component bro!"
I put the thing together and asked my corgi to get on it. She was like hell no at first, but then got on it and stood there like "Is this all?" After a few times, I got her to walk on it slowly. Funny enough, her least favorite part of the whole thing was the harness that came with it. She does not appreciate being strapped in, suited up, or connected to anything other than her leash. Seriously folks. She actually gives me dirty looks. Dogs can do that you know.
So while I was giving Roxy all kinds of praise and getting all retarded about how she STOOD ON THE TREADMILL - OMG GOOD GIRL! the crazy dog came over and leaped over the front of the treadmill on to the walking pad and went head first out the back end. Appropriate sound effect: SWOOOP! I thought for sure he would walk over to the corner to throw up, just to show his displeasure, but no.
He walks over to the treadmill and hops on the correct way and starts WALKING ON IT. Now people, I almost had a heart attack right there on the spot. This is the self-same dog who, not 20 minutes before, was afraid of the cardboard box this treadmill was shipped in. This same dog won't go near our kitchen trash can because the lid is noisy when it pops up. He won't walk over manhole covers because THEY ARE SCARY. Didn't you know that?
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