Heart Like a Dog

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

Free Dog

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Yesterday I wrote about the horrendous experience I had trying to get my dogs into the park amidst a crowd of people.

After being yanked across the road, we finally managed to make it into the park and I found my walking buddy.  We headed off down the paths that would keep us away from the field.

Delilah was close to me on her 15 foot leash, while Sampson and Brady were unleashed.

You can always tell when the dogs see someone or something, their ears perk up, they stiffen for a moment and then they’re gone.

We met a new friend on our Monday night walk, Flurry a seven month old yellow lab.  His dad was at the LaCrosse field and decided to check out the trails.  The dogs were all excited to meet each other and they wanted to play and run.

Oh and hump.  Brady kept trying to hump Flurry.

My friend suggested we take the dogs down in back where there was some area to run.  I wasn’t really sure where she was heading but I followed her anyway.   Down the cliffs to the little brook.

About a quarter of a way down in the middle of the picture, you can see the flat area she was talking about.

The area was relatively flat with some room to run, but there was lots and lots of small limbs and branches littering the area.  I couldn’t in good conscience let Delilah run through there dragging a 15 foot leash.

I let her go.

She did ok.  When she started to get too far away I’d say, “Delilah No!  This way,” and she would come running.  But then she crossed the brook and headed out on the trails leading into the park with little Flurry right behind her.

I had a panic attack and I know she could tell.  Duh! She could hear it in my voice, but after a few terrifying seconds she turned around and came back.

Then we headed for home.

Today I wanted to take them for their walk on my lunch in order to avoid the LaCrosse team.  It was raining but they don’t care and I throw a hat on so off we went.

We pulled up to the park and I noticed Hail on my windshield.  Yes you read that right, HAIL.

I figured no-one would be out in the rain so I said, screw it and took off her leash.

She did pretty awesome.

I leashed at the beginning of one trail, which is where one of the houses she likes to run off to is, but as soon as we were past the danger point, I took her off again.

Of course I never let her get too far away from me.   And yes, every time she checked back whether I asked her to or not, she got a treat.

And guess who walked out to the car next to her mother, without a leash.

See Mama, I can be a good girl.

She did very good today and I’m very proud of her.

Tomorrow is yet to be.

Book update: My book has 22,025 words.

Don't Talk To My Dog

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I’ve lamented over the loss of our field in previous posts. The LaCrosse team has commandeered it from now until June.

Not only do the dogs lose the use of the field, the presence of so many people at the entrance to our park presents severe challenges.

I’ve decided the best way to manage the situation is to walk the dogs on my lunch break whenever possible and make sure their Saturday walks are taken later in the day, after the team has vacated the field.

Last night I made an exception for my walking friend, who hasn’t been around lately due to work constraints.  I figured since the LaCrosse team’s schedule says 5:00 pm, I would be safe taking the dogs up around 5:30.

I read the schedule wrong.

It actually starts at 5:30.  Everyone was just arriving.

Mr. Social just couldn’t contain himself, he was casting summoning charms left and right trying to get someone, anyone to notice him.

As I was standing there trying to figure out I was going to strong-arm two dogs through the throng of people, he finally managed to get someone’s attention.

“Well hello” the woman said, and that was it.  I had two choices, run along behind Sampson or be dragged over and risk falling.

I followed Sampson and said to the woman, “It’s really better if you don’t speak to them, it keeps me from getting dragged.”

She chuckled and said, “I know.”

My inner bitch said, “Then don’t talk to my dogs.”

Honestly what the hell is wrong with people?  It’s not like I have two little Chihuahuas.  I have two full-grown labs!  They’re big, I’m not!  Well ok, I’m a bit bigger than I’d like to be, but you get my point.

Normally I won’t acknowledge a dog without first looking at the owner and asking.

Why can’t everyone do that?

What do you do in that situation?

Do you speak up and come across as a bitch or do you bite your tongue?

Inquiring minds want to know.

Where'd It Go?

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This morning I decided to sit down and finish my taxes.

Delilah was bored, I could tell because she had her squeaky football in her mouth and wanted to play fetch.

Hubby threw the ball a couple of times, then she brought it to me in the den.  I threw it down the hall a couple of times and then she decided she wanted to go out on the balcony.

After a minute or so I checked on her and found her staring down the driveway.

Just staring.

I looked out to see what had her attention and saw her ball, rolling down the driveway.

If you look very closely, you can see a little red dot where the driveway meets the road.

Yup, that's it.

I couldn’t help myself, I had to laugh.  She was so stinkin cute,  just standing there staring.

I ran down the driveway in my pajamas.  I do just about anything to get out of preparing my taxes. 🙂

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