Heart Like a Dog

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

You Make Me Smile – October 30, 2016

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You make me smile (or laugh.) The sweet, funny, loving things my dogs do that brings a smile to my face, or a laugh to my lips.

Delilah, the way you scootch into Daddy’s spot on the bed, after he gets up each morning, and the way you let him cover you up with a blanket…

Chocolate Labrador Snuggling

You make me smile.

She constantly amazes me. When she first came to us, she barely interacted, now it’s like she owns the place. Heck, who am I kidding? She owns my heart.

Do you have a dog that likes to be covered up? Sampson isn’t very fond of it, but Delilah, well you can see from the photo.

 

Blue Sky Day

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Those of you that follow us The Instagram or The Facebook, already heard this news, but I just have to share it here.

Since Sampson did a partial cruciate tear back in January (nine LONG months ago,) our walks have been timed. Initially, we started out at five minutes, and gradually, over time we worked ourselves up to eight minutes out and however long it took to get back. A few months ago, Sampson saw our vet, and she felt he was still struggling with strained Iliosoas muscles, and it wasn’t the right time to increase his walks.

So in the last few months, I’ve made some changes in our routine. Mostly, we are playing with meds and supplements to see what works best for him, but I also started giving him some leg massages, and they seemed to help. (I will have a future post on exactly what supplements and treatments we used.)

It was also a hot and humid summer, and Sampson does not like hot and humid, so he was quite content with the small walks, and visits to his favorite people around our neighborhood.

Sampson has always loved the cooler weather. When he was a puppy, he would often times sit outside in the snow. Just sit there.

It turned cooler this past weekend and Sunday was awesome, I’m calling it “A Blue Sky Day.”

My Bubbers climbed into bed with me, and we snuggled for about 2o minutes.

After that we got up to take our walk. The morning was cool, and crisp. I’m not sure if it was the cooler weather, or the fact that our morning walk took place in sunshine (as opposed to the dark,) or hell, maybe just our hard work and diligence has paid off. All I can say is my boy had such a pep in his step, that when my eight minute timer went off, we were only a couple of houses away from the top of the hill.

Three more houses and we would hit the flat part, and then another minute beyond that and we were at our afternoon turn around point.

It was such a NICE day, and he was SO HAPPY, and peppy.

SO, we went for it.

I watched him carefully, slowing him down when I felt he was going too fast….and…we went around the block!!

I can’t tell you how excited I was. AND we made it around the block in about the same amount of time that Delilah does it.

Yesterday afternoon…we had another Blue Sky Day!  It started out the same way, with that pep in his step, he headed down the hill, instead of up. So when we reached our turn around point, I just kept going and took him a bit further than usual.

Of course, I tried to document it with a photo, but someone just wouldn’t cooperate.

I know what you're doing.

I know what you’re doing.

You want me to look into this camera.

You want me to look into this camera.

News flash, Mama!

News flash, Mama!

It's not gonna happen!

It’s not gonna happen!

Blame it on the Blue Sky Day!

Sometimes It’s Not the Dog

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Last week I told you how Delilah ate the Play-Doh. That very same day, I discovered the wax.

The wax that belongs in my Scentsy warmer.

So, I went to change the wax in the warmer last week and discovered this.

“Where is all the wax?” I asked. Then I saw it all over the shelf.

Scentsy Wax

“What happened to the wax?”

I looked down at the D-Dog and her look said, “Don’t ask me, must have been that I Don’t Know kid.”

“Did you eat the fucking wax?” I asked her.

“Not me” said her look and then she went over and plopped herself down on her bed.

I followed her over and asked her again, “Did you eat the wax?”

No response, just that long sad face that said, “You always think the worst of me, don’t you?”

I grabbed a new block of wax, walked back over to her and held it out, “You want to eat this one too?”

She took a sniff and turned her nose up. “Not gonna happen.”

I moved the warmer to the mantle, put a new block of wax in and took Sampson for a walk.

Why didn’t I notice the pomegranate smell on her breath, I wondered.

Later as I was writing the Play-Doh post, I was telling Hubby the story, and the truth came out. It wasn’t actually the D-Dog that did it. It was the Hubby. He was looking for something the night before and accidentally knocked the warmer and the wax splashed out. He cleaned up what he could and was waiting until he came home the next day, to finish cleaning it up.

Sometimes, it’s not the dog.

And sometimes, an apology is in order...well...I'm waiting.

You’re always quick to think the worst of me, but not as quick with the apologies.

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