Heart Like a Dog

The Good, the Bad, and the Oh My God of living with dogs!

My All Star is on the D.L. (Part 2)

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After he’d received the basic information that punkin would be okay, Hubby asked the all important question “So no walk today?”

To which I promptly responded, “No, he gets leash walks.”

He wasn’t getting off that easy.

Hubby doesn’t really want to walk the dogs, which is the reason that I’m the one doing most of the walking, but there are times when it just doesn’t fit into my schedule.  During those times I can usually convince him to a walk around the block.

But walks around the block don’t work well for me in terms of blogging.  They are monotonous, the same blah walk every night.

We go to the end of the driveway and take a right, we go up the hill and take another right going around the back of our house.

A car comes and the dogs have to sit.  The car goes by and we walk again.

We pass a house with a barking dog behind a fence, neither Sampson nor Delilah gives two figs about it.

Sampson stops and pees on a fire hydrant.

Delilah gets amped up when we approach the two dogs in the invisible fence.

Delilah takes a dump on somebody’s lawn, Daddy holds the leash and the flashlight while Mama picks up the poop.

We go home.

What the hell?   You can’t write a daily blog post about that stuff.

Tuesday night Sampson took his first dose of medication, and after dinner we saddled up and headed out. I noticed at about the half-way point Sampson had slowed down considerably.  Our normal 15 to 20 minute jaunt took us almost 1/2 an hour.

That really blew, so I started thinking about it, I mean Sampson’s the one on the D.L.  Delilah and I aren’t. Why should our exercise be confined to 20 minute walks around the neighborhood?

I told Hubby when weather and time permit, I will need him to take Sampson for a short walk, while Delilah and I head up to the trails.

Luckily for me, Hubby is on mandatory over-time for the next month, which means he does not go to his part-time job after work, which means he comes straight home.  Honestly it couldn’t have worked out better if I had planned it! (A quick thank you to the guy upstairs, I owe you one.)

Wednesday night I got home, changed my clothes and prepped Delilah for the walk, it was not easy looking at Sampson’s face wondering why he wasn’t included in our romp, but I pulled on my big girl panties, sucked it up and left his sweet face home with the Hubby.

We’d had a decent amount of wind on Tuesday evening and some more branches had come down.  This one was almost blocking the path completely, and I had to drop Delilah’s leash in order to move the branch.

You can see how much of the path was blocked.

 

I expected she would take off and I would spend the next half hour in a blind panic, tears streaming down my face as I searched the woods for her, but she came right back the instant I called her.

I decided to take her off-leash to see how she’d do.

She was amazing.  When she ran off into the deep woods she seemed to always have her eye on me and came right back when I called her.

Most of the time she stayed right with me, running off briefly to check on something and then coming promptly back.

At one point I noticed some white tails a distance ahead of us, so I called her to me and leashed her up.

As we were getting ready to head towards home and had just come out near one of our danger zones, I heard a lot of noise coming from a thicket.

Too bad I wasn’t quicker with my camera, a hawk or owl (I’m assuming hawk considering the time of day) flew out of the brush about 10 to 15 feet over Delilah’s head!  Thankfully she was totally focused on something on the ground and she didn’t see it.

You have to look very closely, I was trying not to scare him.

 

The hawk had its dinner in its claws and I took a picture of it sitting in the tree.  I tried to get closer to get a better picture, but the hawk flew off.  At that point Delilah KNEW something was up and she went on alert too.

I figured it’s always best to end your training successfully, so we headed home.

I commented to Hubby how well she did and we both agree it was because she was minus Sampson.

Why do you suppose that is?  Do you think it is a competition between her and him as to who will be the pack leader or do you think she feels since he isn’t there, she has to protect me?

Gone to the Dogs

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Sampson: Move over Mama, the dogs are taking over the blog for today.

Mama: Now wait just a minute!

Delilah: Stuff it Mama, your 15 minutes of fame are over, it’s time the real stars of this show took control.  Now sit down and be quiet and it you’re good, we’ll give you your stinkin computer back when we’re done.

Sampson: Alright, alright Mama, we’ll tell them.  Mama says to tell you she will have a double Follow-up Friday next week.  And that she’s really sorry for what you are about to see and read.

Enough barking Mama, let’s just get on with this okay?

 

I’m sure by now you’ve all heard about this dog shaming stuff.  Personally Delilah and I don’t see anything wrong with it, I mean it’s not like we really feel shame, unlike you humans who seem to love to wallow in it.  But for some reason Mama doesn’t like it. 

Delilah: Whatever, she’s such a prude.  Honestly we have no idea where her sense of humor and fun come from.

Sampson: Our friends Koly and Felix from Kol’s Notes have gotten together with our friends Sherman, Leroy and Plunger over at My Brown Newfies and have this great blog hop called Human Shaming.

Since Mama has no shame when it comes to putting pictures of us on the blog, we figure she won’t care if we put pictures of her up.

Mama: Excuse me?  That’s why you had me holding signs and posing for pictures? So you could humiliate me on my own blog?

Sampson: You catch on quick Mama.  Use the clicker Delilah, give her a treat.

Delilah : You should have thought about that Mama when you put a picture of me pooping, yes POOPING on the blog.  Where’s your sense of dogcorum?  How would you like it if I put a picture of you on the toilet?

Well?  Yeah, that’s what I thought.  Nuff said Mama.

Anyway, we thought it would be fun to show you a couple of pictures of Mama and our thoughts that go along with them.

Sampson: Here’s Mama all dressed up for our walk.

Ooops, wrong sign Mama, that sign was for the basketball hoop Dad is giving away.

Try for a minute to follow along okay, Mama?

Embarrassing isn’t it?  Why can’t she dress like the other dog’s moms?  Honestly Mama you’d think we were part of some kind of freak show.

You really need to wonder why I snap at other dogs?  I’m not being mean, I’m defending your right to dress like a freak!

Okay, I’m turning this over to Delilah now.

Delilah: Here’s the picture I want to share with you.

And she laughs at me when I fart.

Really Mama?  If you laughed every time you farted you’d sound like a laugh track for a sitcom.

The honest truth is this woman’s pipes leak more than the BP pipes in the Gulf of Mexico.

Huh, and she say’s I’m a pig!

Well that’s all the pictures we’re sharing today.  Sampson and I held back a couple just in case our friends at Kol’s Notes and My Brown Newfies decide to do a little more human shaming.

Thanks for tuning in, we’re turning the blog back over to Mama.

OMD you guys, I’m so, so sorry about this.  I really am hanging my head in shame.

Have you been seeing a lot of human shaming today?  What did you think of it, did you enjoy it?  Did you participate?  What do you think your dog would shame you about?

This is the human shaming blog hop hosted by Kol’s Notes and My Brown Newfies.



Enjoy!

 

 

My All Star is on the D.L.

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On December 1st, this little blog will be two years old.  Back in January I set out the goals I had for this blog for its second year of existence.

One of these goals was to post for 366 consecutive days, at which point I will have written one post per day for two full years (with the exception of the day my granddaughter was born when I just totally spaced it.)

Most of the ideas for posts come from the dogs, specifically things they do or things we encounter on our walks.

Coming into September I felt fairly confident we could accomplish this particular goal. Come on, I can see the finish line from here!

Oh there are other goals that probably won’t get accomplished but two full years of consecutive posting was a given.

Today with only 72 posts left to go, I have to tell you I’m a bit nervous.

My All-Star is on the Disabled List.

Yes, you read that right, Sampson, the Golden Boy, the one whom the sun rises and sets upon,  does not have a lick granuloma (at least not in the traditional sense of the word.).

After he woke up limping on Tuesday I knew he had to go to the Vet.

I fixed Delilah a bone filled with pumpkin and loaded him into the car.

Will it be much longer mom? I’m not getting enough rubbies.

Our vet (Dr. Soutter) was on vacation this week (why oh why didn’t she give me her cell phone number?)  So instead we got to see Dr. B, who was instrumental in helping Delilah when she was having her episodes.

After a quick look at his paw, Dr. B. decided it would be smart to do a skin scraping, to make sure it wasn’t a yeast infection or some other skin condition.

It wasn’t particularly comfortable but he tolerated it well.

 

She examined the scraped skin under a microscope and determined it was not a skin condition

Then she started touching and moving his paw.  Most of the manipulations were okay, but there were a couple of times that it hurt him.  We decided it would be smart to take an X-ray, if it didn’t show anything we’d still have a baseline for the future.

Dr. B. said Sampson was such a good boy she wouldn’t need to anesthetize him. We were asked to wait while the X-ray area was readied.

Did you hear that? I’ve forgotten all the noises you hear in the city.

 

I asked if I could go with Sampson to document his X-ray but was informed the area was tight and they had a dog up on the table getting his teeth cleaned.

That was easy mom, you had nothing to worry about.

 

After his very thorough examination and his X-rays, Dr. B determined that my poor, sweet punkin has a soft-tissue injury.

In layman’s terms, the ligament in his left front paw is sore, she gave us some medicine (Meloxicam) and said he has to take it easy.

Specifically no running or jumping for a month.

A MONTH!

A month without squirrel, chipmunk or deer chases!  A month without running through the field, and rolling over dogs in his effort to reach humans.

A month without the mama getting fodder for blog posts.

My All-Star is side-lined and we’re in the homestretch!

Thankfully I still have my Designated Hitter, who never fails to provide me with engaging and entertaining stories.

What do you think?  Will my D.H. step up to the plate and save my skin? Do you think I can make my goal of two full years of posting or do you think I’ll fall short?

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