Heart Like a Dog

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

You Make Me Laugh – July 10, 2016

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

Sampson and Delilah, when I drag two beds into work, so you will have a comfy place to rest, and you end up sleeping on the floor…

Sampson and Delilah

You make me laugh.

Backstory: Wednesday and Friday we had some trees taken down in the yard. I was unsure of how loud it was going to be in the house and whether people in the yard would bother the dogs, so, I got permission from my boss to bring the dogs to work with me.

I dragged two beds and a gate with me to work, along with their water bowl.

And then they both slept on the hard concrete floor.

Are your pups funny about where they sleep? Do you often wonder how comfortable they are?

Throwback Thursday – Lessons Learned

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This post was originally published six months into my blogging career.  Looking back I can see I had already started trying to make the blog a humorous one.

To set the background, we had spent the weekend at my sister’s house in New Hampshire.  Usually we stay in my sister’s spare room, but in this instance she had a friend staying with her, so my sister and brother-in-law slept on the bunks in the basement, while Hubby and I stayed in their room.

Apparently there were adjustments all around. 😀

Life is about learning. I like to think I learn something new every day. You don’t always know where the lesson will come from, but it comes none-the-less. Sometimes it comes from the least likely source. I learned some fairly important lessons this weekend, which I would like to share here tonight.

Dogs and Food – A dog who will ignore his kibble and refuse to eat while on vacation approaches raw food differently. He will eat raw food on someone’s deck or even on an access road at a rest area. Lesson learned from Sampson Stone-Golden Lab.

Some things are worth burning your tongue for (like bacon grease.) Lesson learned from Delilah Stone-Chocolate Lab.

Dogs trying new things – A dog that runs an agility course like a champ will refuse to use a ramp outside a doggie door. If you try to force the dog down the ramp by tugging her, you will slip on a dead mouse and slide down the ramp on your ass. Lesson learned from Delilah Stone.

Dogs and sleeping – Dogs know where their beds are; even if their parents have given up their bed for guests, they want to sleep in their bed. Lesson learned from Gordon Kelly-Golden Retriever and J.D. Kelly-Jack Russell Terrier.

If you refuse to let a dog sleep in their bed, they will wait you out in the hall outside the bedroom door, causing you to trip when you get up in the night to use the bathroom. Lesson learned from Gordon Kelly.

When there are dogs sleeping outside your bedroom door; your dogs will not sleep. Lesson learned from Sampson and Delilah Stone.

Dogs that haven’t slept for three nights….

 

delilah-eyemask-July

 

Golden Labrador eye mask

Like to be pampered.

Lesson learned.

When you’ve been blogging for almost seven years, you tend to forget certain things. I’ve been enjoying going through posts for Throw-back Thursday. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did.

I Like Sticks

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Have you ever heard someone say, “There’s a toy box full of toys, but the baby is always playing in the (Tupperware, pots and pan, etc.) cabinet.”?

Ever since he was a small puppy Sampson’s chewing preference has been wood.

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He liked toys too, but when left to his own devices, he chose wood products.

At our old house we didn’t have a lot of trees, so Sampson found things to chew on IN THE HOUSE.

The first thing he chewed was a old-fashioned coat rack that I had bought in New York on a Thanksgiving visit to my mother-in-law. I wasn’t horribly upset, but I did put some bitter apple on it and it seemed to stop.

The next wood item he chewed was the foot rest to my breakfast bar. I was panicked about that one. Not because I cared about the foot rest, but more that I was concerned that HUBBY would care about the foot rest. (We’d just remodeled the kitchen!)

He didn’t. After anxiously running scenarios over in my mind, when I told him what Sampson had done, he simply laughed and said, “I never liked it anyway.”

Eventually Sampson grew out of that puppy phase and we moved to a new house. With a lot of trees.

This meant that Sampson had access to lots of sticks. The dumb ass silly dog would go outside, eat a stick and then come inside and throw it up. We had to constantly monitor him and attempt to divert him from eating the stick.

I'm a happy dog since I started taking Omegease.

Yes, it’s true. I like sticks.

Every time we caught him with a stick we’d do our best goofy dog voice and say, “I like sticks.”

He’s gotten a lot better. Of course, he doesn’t have the freedom outside now that he once had, and he still on occasion will come in with something in his mouth, which we immediately remove.

In the present he is almost always outside on leash, with the exception being when he simply goes out to potty. But even then, either my husband or I am out with him, making sure he doesn’t run or do anything else that might be perceived as stupid.

Of course, on his walks (as long as the Mama is walking him) he is on leash.

Since he’s had his partial CCL tear, he’s put on about five pounds, which is super hard to help him lose, considering his limitations with exercise. He gets tired easily on our walks and it’s not unusual for him to stop and sit or even lie down for a minute or so, until I urge him up again.

What can say? The lassies all love me.

Sometimes a dog just needs a rest.

Which is why on Saturday when he stopped at a certain neighbor’s house, I didn’t turn around. This particular house has a cat and the woman who owns the cat lets the cat outside on a leash. Both my dogs make it part of their morning walk to stop and stare at the cat.

I’m pretty sure Sampson just wants to play, Delilah on the other hand, she’s drooling, so DOG only knows that she’s thinking, although I bet I could hazard a good guess.

So Sampson was stopped and after a few seconds I realized he wasn’t just staring at the cat, but that I was getting gentle tugs on the leash, sort of like he was snarfing for something. This is something I have to be aware of with Delilah, but not Sampson.

Until Saturday.

Here's where the little jerk off stopped.

Here’s where the little jerk stopped off.

Looks normal, no?

Here's what the little asshole found.

Here’s what the little asshole came up with!

A chunk of wood!

Naturally I took it out of his mouth and threw if far under the bush, and would you believe, yesterday morning he stopped to look for it again?

How about your pets, do they have a preference when it comes to chewing? Or playing?

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