Generally, it seems as if Bella has become more fearful outside, rather than less. Our walks, although frequent, are shorter. While I comfort myself with the thought that as Bella increasingly identifies with my house as her home, and prefers the comfort of our bedroom space, she seems to view the outdoors as a place of potential danger even more than she did originally. If we see a person, or if the neighbor dog barks-charging at its invisible fence across the street from us-Bella can no longer get her outdoor business done. Now, with my sister visiting, Bella often doesn't poop until the quiet of twilight.
Bella's pulling on her leash has become more fearsome again as well. I tried a "gentle leader" but Bella seemed to hate it; arching her neck like a prancing horse, and moving even faster than ever. My arm and shoulder are sore, and I think sooner or later she is going to pull me down. Or I'm going to trip-a certainty once the snow and ice come. I am now using two leashes on her halter, one hooked in front and one on top. It helps some, but Bella's rushing is hard to handle.
Once, as my sister stepped out of sight so that Bella could move through the house to the front door, I clipped her leash on in our bedroom instead of at the front door like I usually do. This evidently disoriented the cats who usually like to arrange themselves as if they were watching a parade when Bella comes through. This time, my black cat, Circe, was caught off guard. Standing in her place on the hall rug, she made herself into a perfect halloween cat. Bella, who pays almost no attention to the cats ordinarily, saw Circe on her runway, and made a sharp 180 degree turn back to the bedroom. Now Circe, who did not need any encouragement to begin with, is certain that she is top cat.