Jelcey is a new client who’s only been with me for two weeks.

Her mom just had foot surgery and can’t walk or drive. I’m not currently walking Jelcey, but transporting her to and from daycare.

Jelcey is such a sweetheart, but before the meet and greet, her mom told me she would be slow to accept me. Sure enough, when I got there, Jelcey was barking and standing away from me, letting me know her current opinion of me.

I just ignored her.

Her mom and I sat down to talk, and I tossed a couple of treats to Jelcey. She ate them. Her opinion began to change. I then held a treat in my hand for her, and she took it.

We continued to talk, and I didn’t pay any attention to Jelcey. Pretty soon she walked up to me, and I held out my hand. She smelled it, then went and laid down.

As we continued talking, I felt a nudge on my arm. It was Jelcey. I gave her a couple of pets and let her smell me some more. Next thing I know, she nudges my hand for another pet. 

I took her to daycare that day, and she rode just fine. When I picked her up, she was happy to see me and there were no issues.

Two days later, when I got there, she was barking at me again and wouldn’t come out the door until I came inside. She gave me the once-over.

I passed inspection.

Day three: I open the door to my car and hear her barking, but it’s a different bark.

It’s an excited bark!

As her mom opens the door, Jelcey comes out with her tail wagging happily. When we get in the car, she sticks her head up front and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

I’ve officially passed the Jelcey probation period.

We are now friends.

The other day her mom told me that now, when she says, “Steven’s here,” Jelcey gets very excited. When I arrive, she runs to me ready to go. And I always get my kiss—or an ear wash—in the car.

Once again, a shy dog has reminded me that patience matters. If I don’t force things, intrude on their space, or expect too much too quickly, they’ll usually let me know when they’re ready.

And once I meet their requirements, we’re friends.