Heart Like a Dog

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

Those Bones Those Bones Those Dry Bones….Day Two Hundred, Nine

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It was a fairly uneventful hike, until Chet stopped and stood there staring.

Initially I thought he was staring off into the little thicket at the top of the path, but then he pointed out the bone.

“Damn, that’s a big wish bone,” I said.

“I’m not really sure that’s a wishbone,” said Chet.

“You see, there’s a joint.”

Ewwwwwww.

He thinks it might be a shoulder bone.

I’m not sure at all what type of bone it is, I’m kind of puzzled as to who would hang it in a tree and why.

But if I let that imagination of mine get going, I bet I could come up with something. 🙂

 

It's All About Perspective….Day Two Hundred, Eight

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We’re all different.  I’ve heard it said that if we were all alike and all thought the same what a boring world it would be.

That being said, each one of us approach and digest the same situation based upon our opinions, our beliefs and our experiences.  We can all see the EXACT same thing, but in the re-telling there will be differences.

Check it out:

Jodi’s perspective: We had taken a hike through the woods and were finishing it up with a lap around the field, Sampson was snooping just inside the woods and Delilah was enraptured by something on the ground.   Suddenly I saw movement to my left, I looked across the field and there stood a full grown doe.

I looked at Delilah and she hadn’t seen her, so I called the dogs to me and pulled my camera from my pocket.  Delilah immediately came to me and sat on my left, I reached down with my left hand and grasped her collar.  With my right hand I tried to zoom the camera in to capture the picture but had no luck.  Sampson approached me on my right, so I pocketed the camera and reached down and grabbed him by the collar and waited to see what the doe would do.

The doe looked at me and then started running across the field towards us, but with about 15 to 20 feet between us.  At this point the dogs noticed the doe.  Sampson stood and growled, Delilah started barking and whining.  She began to struggle, twisting and turning trying to break my hold on her.

The doe approached and as she ran past us, she looked directly at us as if to say, “Nah, nah, nah, nah your mom won’t let you chase me.”

Picture courtesy of Wikipedia

She ran into the woods,  I decided it was probably best to leash Delilah so I said, “Sampson stay!” and let go of him, where he promptly ran after the doe into the woods.

Sampson’s perspective: I was wandering in the woods sniffing about for chipmunks when mom called.  I ran up to her to see what she wanted and she grabbed me by the collar; then I saw it.   It was a deer, and it was running directly towards us!  I growled my pleasure and barked, but mom wouldn’t let me go.  Then all of a sudden as the deer ran past us mom let go of my collar.  It was a miracle, my prayers had been answered.  Mom said something and I’m sure it was “Go get the deer Sampson,”  so I took off after it, but I couldn’t catch it. 🙁

Delilah’s perspective:  I was investigating something on the ground when mom called.  I ran up to her because I thought she was going to give me a treat, but she grabbed me by the collar instead!  Sampson came up on mom’s other side and she grabbed him by the collar too!  Then I saw it, that big deer that chased me through the woods last week.

“Hey you!”  I barked, “I want the opportunity to even the score.”

The deer started running toward us and I barked to mom, “Let me go!” “Let me at her!”  I twisted in mom’s hand but she wouldn’t let go of my collar.  The deer got right in front of us and looked me dead in the face as if to say, “Today’s just not your day, pal.”

Mom let go of her hold on Sampson and said, “Sampson stay!”

But that lucky dog took off after the deer; then mom had the nerve to slap the leash on me!  She called for Sampson and led me away from the deer.  Thwarted again!

The deer’s perspective:  I had just stepped out of the woods, as I was going to cross the field and check the other side for those berries I love to eat.  As I looked up the woman across the field looked up too.

Then I saw her, that brown dog that scared me last week.  I had chased her for a bit just to scare her off.  The woman said something and I saw the brown dog run up to her and to my amazement, the woman grabbed hold of the dog.  Then another dog came out of the woods and the woman grabbed that one too.

I saw the perfect opportunity to cross the field without being chased so I started running.  The dogs were barking and whining but the woman held tight to them, as I approached I slowed down slightly and looked at the woman.

“Thank you for not letting the dogs chase me.”

I hope my eyes said it all.

Always Have Your Camera Ready…Day Two Hundred, Seven

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I can’t tell you how many times I have missed a great photo opportunity, yet still I never seem to be ready with my camera.

Take today for instance, I headed out to walk with the dogs, I had two leashes and the water bottle hanging over my shoulder, a fanny pack (with keys, poop bag, mosquito bands, cell phone and pepper blaster inside it) in one hand I had the remote for Delilah’s collar and in the other hand a bag of sliced hot dogs.

My camera was in my back pocket.

Chet joined us and as we were leaving the woods for the field a group of young ladies were walking in.  We tried to call the dogs, but the girls had already seen them and said, “Oh look at the dogs.”

So we introduced the dogs, and after a minute or two headed out into the field where I was chastised by Chet.  “Where’s your camera? That was a perfect opportunity to take pictures and put them on your blog!”

Seriously, I don’t think he’s ever even read this blog nor does he know how to find it.  Yet here he is scolding me for not being prepared.

“We could go back in and find them and ask them” I said.

“They’re right there” he said.  “Go over and ask them, it would be weird if I did.”

I could see his point, so I started walking back to where they had entered the woods.

“They’re right here” he said and walked over to the wood line, “Girls? Excuse me, ladies?”

“Yes” one of the girls replied.

“Could you do us a favor?”

“Sure.”

“Would you have your picture taken with the dogs?”

“Yes, of course.”

So the girls came out of the woods and into the field and then my husband, to my utter shock said, “Sampson has his own website.”

“Really, he does?”

I piped up, “Well I maintain it for him, but yes he has a website and I also write a blog about the dogs, your pictures will be up there tonight.”  Of course to my dismay I didn’t have any business cards in the pouch.

Be right back…

I just put some business cards in the pouch.

So without further ado, here are a couple of pictures of the lovely ladies and the puppies.

Ladies, I thank you for your kindness and if you somehow find your way to this page and are interested in getting a copy of your photo, please drop me a line.

I promise the next time we meet, I will have a business card!

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