Heart Like a Dog

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

The Diva of Drama

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We’re in the midst of winter in the northeast. Thursday we had a blizzard that dumped about a foot of snow on top of the six or so we already had on the ground. The state and towns are pretty good about pre-treating the roads BEFOREa storm, but the chemicals they use on the roads, can really do a number on little paws. Add in some Arctic air, with temperatures dropping below zero, and walks can be challenging.

There have been walks where both dogs have lifted up paws, because they’ve gotten road chemicals, or snow in their paws. Sometimes they come up limping, or sometimes they just stop and wait for you to wipe their feet. After it happens once or twice, and you’ve used your gloves to wipe a foot, you come up with the only conclusion you can.

COATS and BOOTS.

One dog will wear a coat. One dog will not.

One dog will stay still while you put the boots and coat on.

One dog runs and tries to hide, or just refuses to get off the couch.

One dog tolerates boots fairly well. One dog walks like Frankenstein every time the boots go on. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

Honestly, you’d think she was a house elf and I was trying to give her clothes.

It’s not the greatest picture, because I was too far away, but she thinks by hiding on the couch, she can get away without wearing boots.

I’ve reached an age where I’m particular about the battles I fight. I won’t fight the coat battle. My thought is, we move along at a pretty decent clip, and if it’s too cold, I can always cut the walk short.

But I will fight the boot battle. I insist they wear the boots on their back feet, and I carry a small dish towel to wipe front paws if the need arises.

Yesterday she tried to climb into Daddy’s lap to avoid getting the boots on. Of course we laughed. I mean you can’t help but laugh because she’s just so damn dramatic, I started calling her the Diva of Drama.

What did your pet do to make you laugh this week?

You make me laugh, (or smile). The sweet, funny, loving things dogs do that make us laugh or smile.

The DADO’s Fight It Out On Facebook

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One-day in October, a neighbor up the street from me hurried out of her car intent on speaking with me. It was unusual in the way that typically we are just like ships passing in the night. Calling out a “Hello, how are you?” as we wrestle our dogs past each other. As it turned out, her intent was quite sweet. She wanted to warn me there was a loose dog in the area and she wasn’t sure if the pit bull was friendly or not. She went on to tell me that they suspected someone had left it on one of the trails. *Sigh*

I filed this bit of information in the back of my mind and forgot completely about it, until the day I was walking up the hill and saw the dog round the corner of one of the houses. Of course, I had Sampson, the dog with the bad legs, who shouldn’t get excited and bounce around like he’s two. I’m not sure if the dog would have approached us or not, but as he got to the edge of the yard I said, “Stop puppy.” He looked at me, and moved on to the next yard.

Then the door of the house burst open, and the owner came out, dog treat in one hand, leash in the other, “Where’d he go?” She starts looking about, “Who wants a cookie?” I refrained from saying, “I do.” I mean, I saw the cookie, so it really wasn’t all THAT hard. She then tells me that Animal Control (that useless lump) has been looking for the dog for weeks. She tells me they’ve been ‘tracking’ the dog on Animal Control’s Facebook page. I oblige by calling Animal Control and leaving the useless lump a message, indicating the time and location where the dog was seen.

I happened to mention this to my next-door neighbor and told her I’d seen the dog and I didn’t think it was a stray. He looked to me to be in very good condition. His coat was clean, and he had a fed look about him. Not the look of a dog that’d been living on his own for three weeks.

He looks a little hot, but not like a dog on his own.

When I got home I checked out Animal Control’s Facebook page and found his picture.  (See above. I shamelessly screen shot it.)

The next time I saw my next-door neighbor, she told me that the peeps on the page were fighting over the dog. Turns out the DADO’s were having a brawl on Facebook. I couldn’t help myself…it was like a train wreck. The thread went on and on. There were hundreds of comments.

Hundreds. Here’s just a couple. Click on the image to enlarge so you can read it.  These two women went back and forth for about 20 comments. Each one kept trying to dismiss the other one.  It was SO amazing.

 

The first volley.

It was like watching a tennis match!

 

The last lob.

Animal Control admonished them a couple of times, and threatened to ban them, each one kept thanking Animal Control and then they’d turn on the other again.

I can’t tell you how many times I hit the comment button and started typing a response, but seriously…you know my success rate with DADO’s.

You just cannot argue with them. 

Happy Holidays from Heart Like A Dog

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Ever wonder what your dogs think of all the festivities surrounding the holidays?

I thought this Christmas, we’d take a little peek to see what each of my dogs are thinking.

 

Sampson the philosopher.

 

Delilah, the dreamer.

Any surprises there?

In all seriousness though, whatever your reason, enjoy the season.

From all of us at Heart Like a Dog!

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