Heart Like a Dog

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

Follow-Up Friday

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For those new to the blog, my follow-up Friday provides me with an opportunity to update or revise a post from the previous week.

You know sometimes you post about something and you need an update but it doesn’t warrant a whole blog.  Or sometimes someone made a comment that really resonated with you.  Yup, Follow-Up Friday baby! 🙂

Heavens To Murphy – Update

Last I heard K was home from the hospital, when I checked with Sara she had heard NOTHING about them bringing Murphy to training classes.

I started thinking, I would love to take Murphy for a month or two (and charge them of course,) put her on a diet and bring her to some training classes.

It would be great if there was such a place where people COULD drop their dogs off for a couple of months and then maybe during the last week, the owners would join their dog.  They would then see their dog and the ways their dog had changed and be SHOWN how to manage their dogs.

Sort of like a Doggie Boot Camp. 😉

When You’re Down – Update

The stomach bug came and went in very quick fashion.  I was feeling much better the next morning and even managed to make it into work.

Thank you all for the good thoughts and well wishes.

One From The Bucket List – Author’s Note

I debated this post.  Not because I’m not proud of my nephew, but because I normally write about the dogs.  I originally started the post talking about the walk I took with the dogs in the morning, before my sister and I left.  But I couldn’t get the post to flow.

I thought about and decided the name of my blog is Jodi Stone, I’m selling myself and my ability to draw an audience and weave a tale.  The by-line is “Life With Sampson and Delilah” but the blog is mine.

Kristine from Rescued Insanity said it best in the comment she left on Pet Blogger Challenge, “What you said about your blog being all you, I really like that. Oddly, I never considered it that way before but I agree that it is such an awesome thing. It’s your space on the Internet. You own it and can do with it as you see fit. If the sky is purple in Jodi-land then no one has a right to question you. I like that thought.”

I like that thought too, Kristine.  So much in fact, you all might be hearing Jodi-land a LOT. 🙂

Yesterday my friends, the world was very sunny in Jodi-land.

How was your week?

When You're Down

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I’ve always been under the impression that dogs (as well as other animals) have a sixth kind of sense.  That they can sense things that humans may not be aware of.

I’ve heard stories of animals living in nursing homes who suddenly appeared in a patient’s room and a short time later the patient  passed.

One time when I had a terrible migraine I overdosed myself on Xanax, quite by accident I assure you, yet I somehow managed to drive myself home where I immediately fell into bed.  Sampson my sweet puppy stayed right by my side.

So when I came down with a stomach bug and had to leave work a few minutes early on Monday, I expected a bit more from the dogs.

I walked through the door practically doubled in pain and Delilah jumped into my face.  I went into the kitchen to get their dinners ready and both dogs were jumping around, under my feet, in my way.  Well you get the idea.

I went into the bedroom and sat down on the bed to take off my shoes and put my pajamas on and both dogs were jumping all over me.

I know, I know they were excited and happy to see me, and I appreciate that.  I really do.  I just felt really bad and had hopes they would sense my need for rest.

Eventually they did settle down and luckily I began to feel better pretty quickly because I ended up rubbing this one’s ears.

For a very long time.

But seriously, how can you look at this face and not want to snuggle?

Walking a Fine Line…Day One Hundred, Forty Eight

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The neighbor’s dog (Gunner) escaped from their house yesterday.  It was actually fairly fascinating because my neighbor was out there calling the dog and he was running through the neighborhood totally ignoring her.

While the dog was running through the neighborhood, two ladies were walking their little pit bull.  It’s a nice little dog, and friendly as far as I can tell.  About two weeks ago, I pulled into the yard and opened the car door and Sampson bolted out and charged down to the street to greet the two ladies and their little dog.  I apologized because I didn’t even see them;  if I had I would never have opened the door because I know how Sampson is.

Flash forward to yesterday and the two ladies and their little dog.  The ladies walk the dog on a gentle leader, which as you know is not my favorite type of dog ‘collar’.  I guess the woman was nervous about her dog and Gunner because she kept yanking up on her dog’s leash.  Chet was out there and he kept telling her to relax but she wouldn’t.  Apparently what she did do was to take the end of her leash and smack at Gunner with it while she repeated, “Go home Gunner.”

I’m not really sure what I would do in a situation like that, but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be smacking at somebody else’s dog; especially if the dog wasn’t aggressive.  To my way of thinking, this would be a situation where a dog would bite in defense; but then of course it would be the dog’s fault; (at least according to the legal system.)

When I was a child we had a German Sheppard that was a bit aggressive, particularly with strangers.  One day the dog got out of the house and he bit the paperboy on his shoulder.  The paperboy, was a really tall boy and he was riding a bike; a 10 speed. My father’s argument (that saved the dog) was the paperboy had to have kicked at the dog because otherwise the dog would have bit him on his leg.  I don’t think that argument would ever fly in today’s society.  In today’s society we are too quick to blame the dog instead of the owner or the ‘victim’ that messed up.

What that means for us as dog owners is we need to find a way to control our dogs and give them boundaries and limits, while still allowing them the freedoms that make them happy.  It is at times, a fine line we walk but the love and devotion we receive more than makes up for any balancing act we perform.

Look at that sweet face; I WOULD walk a fine line for him!

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