She’s also a little tuckered out at the moment.
Sunny is a leash puller, which (seeing as how she’s a hundred pounds of motivation) can be problematic, so I put her on the leash and we played stop and go game in the fenced portion of the yard. She’s catching on.
As I’m on spring break from my studies, I figure I have plenty of time to work with Sunnie on this part of being a nice dog. She’s already house broken, knows the basic commands, doesn’t bark, and is very polite so I have no doubt that she’ll understand that the leash is not meant to drag her humans around by the end of the week. (For, as Greta will tell you, the leash serves as a reminder to keep humans from running out into the street after ice-cream trucks and squirrels, it shouldn’t be used for discipline or as a control– a properly trained human respects the leash.)
Greta thinks Sunnie is the bomb, and after one good butt sniff she was delighted and acted as if Sunnie has always been her best friend– even though she did not approve of Sunnie laying on her couch, even best friends must have some boundaries. Sunnie now has her own pillow and Greta seems content to let the violation of the couch slide as a newbie mistake.