Yesterday Misha came into the house with all four feet, not once, but three times. Two of them were evoked by goodies, but the third time she followed Django in and then suddenly realized she was "too far in" so she turned and scooted. this morning I got her in again, with Joanie as a witness, by throwing a piece of chicken jerky on the second rung (it's really helped to get a few runner rugs across the oak floor). She also has no restraint taking treats from me while I'm standing, although without a treat, calling her to me is in vain.
Our wonderful vet, Kim, recommended that we contact a professional trainer to work with trying to get her to come to us and be leashed, so I've begun that process. There is also the possibility of medicating her on down the road, but we'll see how the trainer fares.
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