We went and opened our camper up last Friday night. It didn’t go well. The bed is torture for me. We took Lola, but left Kelly at home. Lola doesn’t need extra supervision, she can roam around off leash without a problem. And poor Kelly can’t yet. Being part beagle, her nose occasionally leads her far away and she can be hard to find.
Friday night was rough on Lola, J, and I. Lola was fine until it was time for bed, then began pacing. I think she was looking for Kelly. Moving from the sofa to the chaise lounger to the front door, Lola couldn’t get settled. When I finally turned in for the night, she followed me to bed. Our queen size camper bed isn’t exactly big enough for J, Lola, and myself. It’s crowded and cramped with all of us. But J and I aren’t in the habit of making the dogs get out of bed, so we scrunched together.
Lola was on and off the bed all night. My mom informed me Kelly slept just fine with Lola gone. After a restless night, I awoke to find that I would probably hurt less if I had slept on concrete. As I struggled to function on Saturday, I decided I’d be sleeping on the couch when at the camper until we can get the mattress replaced.
And at 7 pm on the Saturday night, J decided we would come home. I admit a part of me was relieved that I wouldn’t have to try to get comfortable on the sofa. When we told Lola we were going to go home, she was also ready. She’d spent 24 hours away from Kelly, she was ready to be reunited. We don’t often separate the dogs like this. But unfortunately, this trip wasn’t just meant as a weekend away. J had lots of work to do up there and I have trouble controlling Kelly on a leash. She hates them with a passion. Especially since Lola can be off leash.
But Kelly’s nearly 2 years old. And as a beagle border collie mix, I expected her to need to be older before she calmed down enough to be thoroughly trainable. Border Collies are among the more trainable of the collie breeds, but they either have to start when they are very small or you have to wait for most of the puppy to get out of the. Given her early life situation; being neglected, abused, and constantly competing for everything (including food and attention) with larger aggressive male dogs, I expected Kelly to be hard to train.