Ellie is our Brittany. I didn't post to this blog yesterday because she was happier with me on the couch next to her. Ellie's formerly orange cheeks have faded to white, and she has many fears that plague her. She has always been strong willed, and when I think about it, I'm sure we have not shaped her will one little bit. She is the sweetest companion and will nuzzle our faces and lean her head hard into out chests - as close to hugging as a dog can get, I guess. We've often feared that her fears would be the death of her. Since she was two, she has been beset with stuff that makes her incredibly anxious - separation, fireworks, thunder, rain, beeps, smoke alarms (those terrorize me, too), noises on TV, and very recently riding in the car. She wants to flee, to escape the fear or the thing causing the fear, so we have to hold her until the issue passes.
She's been on Prozac for a few months. I'm not sure it has made much difference except that her tail doesn't wag as much, and mostly it stays in the tucked position, but an occasional half of a Valium for acute situations gives her back her happy wagging tail. Don't know why. These medications were a last resort because my DH needed surgery in Tampa, and she and I would have to stay with sister-in-law and brother-in-law for several days. We had to do something for the two hour car ride and possible episodes at their house. It turned out she was the perfect house guest while I was at the hospital all day. They enjoyed her the way we do.
The following photos were taken five years ago. When she is outside, she has no time for relationships. She is all about the hunt, always on the alert and ready to run. Even now she loves to run, just a little bit slower and in shorter spurts, huffing and heaving, scaring her mother to death that she's about to have a heart attack. A harness worked better to stop her from pulling. She seemed to resist pressure around her neck, and no amount of choking would dissuade her. Poor parenting? We did try. I guess we're just not alphas.