Heart Like a Dog

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

Happy Birthday To My Sweet Niece

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Eighteen years ago today my life was changed by the addition of one sweet little blond-haired, blue-eyed baby girl.

Since we lived side-by-side in a duplex and I was her daycare provider we spent a lot of time together and had a lot of fun.

My schedule was to take the kids to the bus stop, then come home and a short time later her mom would leave for work.  One Monday when Taylor was about two years old, her mother’s work schedule changed and she had to leave earlier than normal.

I was sitting at the bus stop when I realized, “Shit, I forgot Taylor!”  I threw the kids out of the car and rushed home to find her sitting on the couch throughly engrossed in a Winnie The Poo video.

She had just turned four when I left daycare and headed back to the work force, it broke both of our hearts and shortly after that she moved to another town.

It was a lot harder maintaining a relationship with me working full-time and us living in different towns.  We’d still do a school shopping trip, Christmas and birthday shopping for her mom, and the occasional movie or special event, but I didn’t see her nearly as much as I would have liked to.

Seven and a half years ago Taylor’s life changed when she fell in love with her dog Sampson.  Yes, she tells her friends that he is her dog.  See she spent summers at my mom’s which was right next door to us so she got to spend lots of time with Sampson.  Naturally they fell madly, deeply in love.

This is Taylor at her 18th birthday party last Friday.  Notice who is paying close attention to her.

What are you doing, T?

You may have also noticed, who isn’t there.  Yes, Delilah had to go in the den with Hubby because I knew once that Pinata broke, she’d give those kids a run for their money to get that candy.

Eighteen years.  Where does the time go?

That little blue-eyed, blond-haired baby is now a brown-eyed, blond-haired young woman, poised on the brink of adulthood, ready to dart off to college.

I hope while she’s out there reaching for the stars, she remembers where her dog is.

Happy Birthday Taylor!

All my love,

Hauntie

Simple

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How is it that sometimes the simplest things are what brings the most pleasure?

After a nice walk yesterday morning, Sampson spent the afternoon just enjoying a spring afternoon.

Our neighbor was outside working in his yard and apparently Sampson felt Kevin needed company.

I have to tell you, some of my favorite pictures of Sampson are of him outside, just enjoying life as we all should.

Enjoy what’s left of your weekend and make the best of your week!

Expect The Unexpected

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A few weeks back I wrote a post about responsibility, if you missed it you can read it here.

My intention this morning was a half hour morning walk and then another half hour, forty-five minute walk this afternoon.

Alas the best laid plans……

We were joined this morning by Brady and his mom, and then shortly after we were joined by three more dogs.

Just dogs.  No person.

The dogs were the ones I wrote about in this earlier post.  But their human was nowhere to be found.  I’m pretty sure I heard her whistle a couple of times, but she never called for the dogs, and she never showed her face.

There are two entrances to the park. We noticed a vehicle at one entrance, which is the one Brady and his mom use.  The next time we approached the area, there was no vehicle.  But we still had two extra dogs.

Both dogs had collars on, but there weren’t any tags to identify them.

I called them:

White Dog

And

Brown Dog

At first I couldn’t place the dogs, but eventually I remembered the woman and how the two brown dogs (not to be mistaken for the 2Brown Dawgs) had taken off on her the last time.  I thought maybe she had parked at the entrance I use, so I told my friend I would try to take the dogs with me and see if she was waiting.

She wasn’t.

I didn’t know what to do.  I text my friend and asked her if any vehicles were up her way.

There weren’t.

I then asked her for Brenda’s number so I could call and let them know I had two of the dogs, but Brenda didn’t answer.

The white dog left, but the little brown dog stayed near me and took little bits of kibble from me.  I tried to get him into the car so I could at least bring him home and put him in the fenced yard, but he wouldn’t do it.

I put Sampson and Delilah in the car and started walking back up the hill, hoping I could get the dogs to follow me, but the brown dog wandered off too.

Since they didn’t answer to white dog and brown dog, there wasn’t too much I could do.

So as much as I hated it, I got in my car and left.

About an hour and forty-five minutes later my friend text me and said they WERE Brenda’s friend’s dogs and they were at home, safe and sound.

I’m not kidding when I say this woman LEFT the area, without her dogs and was gone a minimum of an hour.  Not to mention her dogs have no form of identification on them!

Sampson and Delilah ALWAYS have a tag with their name, my name and my cell phone number on it, even in the house.

Because you just never know!

When we were in the process of trying to sell our old house, during one of the showings the prospective buyer let Sampson out.  OUT.  Not in the yard where it was fenced, no out in the front which was very close to the busy street.

Luckily for us our neighbor saw him just walking around and was kind enough to get him and put him inside the fence.  Thank god we didn’t have Delilah at the time because that would have been a whole different story!

If our neighbor hadn’t seen him, at least he would have had a tag with a phone number to call.

What about your dog, does your dog have tags?  What kind?   Do they wear one all the time, or only when you are out?

Oh and Happy St. Paddy’s day, we had a yummy corned beef dinner!!

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