Heart Like a Dog

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

Spring Fever…Day One Hundred and Fourteen

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It was another eventful evening at obedience class tonight.  I went without the dogs and am I ever grateful that I did.    Since we have been taking up to park, I think they are ok with exercise, but I wanted to go to help out with anyone that might help.  (I’m entertaining the idea of becoming a dog trainer.)

It seems like all the dogs are on edge, waiting for some nicer weather so they can go out and release some energy, since that isn’t happening some of them are trying to release their energy in class.  One little black lab tried to punk poor Mac (a Rhodesian Ridgeback mix);  Mac has been attacked before so naturally he is a little wary, when the dog came at him Mac went right back at him.  Mac got away from his owner and then Gunner (a Giant Schnauzer) took off and his mom ended up on the floor with a scraped and bruised wrist.  As Mac and Gunner lunged (here I am sitting on sidelines observing it all) I saw about five or six dogs rise as well.  This is what Sara calls a “Pack Mentality.”   Thankfully it was over in less than a minute, but still it left me thankful that both my dogs were home.  Miss Delilah certainly would have wanted to add her two cents to the mix.

Just as we get tired of the weather that constricts us from our regular routines, so too must our dogs.  The reason I really backed off walking them was because of the ice (and cold) but I have ski pants and I need to remember that and use them if needed.  I have found a renewed enjoyment in hiking with Chet, Sampson and Delilah, even if it’s only on the same trails around our house.

Who's in the driver seat?…. (Day One Hundred and Twelve)

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I’ve thought and thought about what I would blog about tonight and couldn’t come up with anything, so I went to my picture file and found a couple of pictures I thought I would share.

When we go to agility class on Saturdays, if I am handling the dogs by myself, I will go inside first to see if the coast is clear so to speak, the last thing I want to do is walk in and find a bunch of dogs, and then try to control mine.  So I left the dogs in the car and ran in real quick.  This is what I came back to.

Seriously, I need a permit for this?

Coincidently, he beeped the horn shortly after I snapped the picture!

The next couple of pictures were taken the summer we went to my sister’s place in New Hampshire.  These pictures were taken in the afternoon, later that night we were at the emergency vet with Delilah.  It took us a while to figure out what exactly was going on with her.  To the best we can figure she had a nerve or disc that gave her pain.  She is now on the raw diet which has helped her slim down tremendously and she takes antioxidants every day.  We have hope that she is well on the mend!  If you want to read about her last “episode” you can read about it here, as well as the update to that post here.

Delilah and Bandit in the top of the picture and Gordon and Sampson in front.

Delilah jumping for the decoy.

Dog Crazy…(Day One Hundred and Eleven)

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So by now, you all know that I’m just crazy about my dogs.  There are a variety of reasons, besides the unconditional love they bestow upon me, they are a constant source of joy and amusement.  As I’ve mentioned before, they are about as opposite as any two dogs could possibly be.

Sampson likes to stay in bed in the morning, while Delilah is a “Oh she moved, it must be time to get up” kind of dog.   I will get up and go in the bathroom, 9 out of 10 times Delilah will join me in there if she thinks I am taking too long.  (They eat breakfast as soon as we leave the bedroom. ) If I have made the mistake of closing the bathroom door tightly, you can hear the thump of her heading trying to open the door. 🙂

Because of Sampson’s love of staying in bed, a long time ago I invented his morning “Wake-up” song.  Traditionally he lies in bed until I sing the song (twice) and have rubbed his ears and tummy.  Then and only then will he get up.  Lately though, he has taken to going out into the living room with Chet; sometimes he comes back in the bedroom while I am in the bathroom and sometimes he doesn’t.  This doesn’t excuse me from singing the morning song though, I must sing it to him wherever he is.  (Don’t worry, I created a song for Delilah too.)

This morning he was in the living room when I came out of the bathroom, so Delilah and I went out and I said, “Where’s my punkin?”  There he was on the living room floor, a huge grin on his face; just waiting.

Just like this.

So tell me, how can this not make you smile?

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