Heart Like a Dog

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

Follow-Up Friday

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For those new to the blog, my follow-up Friday provides me with an opportunity to update or revise a post from the previous week.

You know sometimes you post about something and you need an update but it doesn’t warrant a whole blog.  Or sometimes someone made a comment that really resonated with you.  Yup, Follow-Up Friday baby! :-)

Let Me Rip It, Let Me Tear It – Author’s Note

I wasn’t in the least angry with Delilah for pulling out the fluff, we allow them to do that with their toys and I don’t expect her to know that she can’t unfluff the bed.

I did not give the bed a proper funeral, instead I turned it over so she couldn’t pull anymore out.  Besides the hole in the bed it is perfectly useful.  I decided I will either use the stuffing to fluff up other beds, or I will wash the shell, patch the hole and re-stuff.   No sense in wasting perfectly good bedding.

Racing The Sun – Author’s Note

Spring slapped me in the face on Wednesday and winter slapped us in the ass this morning.  We woke up to a small amount of what I like to call ‘sugaring’ snow (soft and wet.)  Just enough to make the trip to daycare and work a bit slippery, but it is expected to be back in the 50’s and 60’s this weekend.

Right now it’s pouring out. 🙁

Book update: My book has 13,123 words.

Racing The Sun

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We had a lovely tease of spring days to come yesterday.

I had to run out and pick up a prescription and when I stepped outside around 3:00 pm, spring fever slapped me hard in the face.

I immediately regretted not letting the prescription wait and instead running home and grabbing the dogs for a walk.  I debated whether I had the time to do both.  In the end the prescription won out.

Hubby and I had planned to do our around the block walk, but the fresh spring air kept dancing in and out of my mind.   When one of my co-workers suggested slipping out early, I packed up my stuff and left.

As soon as I walked in the house, I ignored our traditional greetings and rituals and instead ran right for my sneakers, collecting poop bags, pepper spray, and treat bags as I dialed up my walking friend.  Poor sweetie was suffering from a miserable virus/cold so I said, “Pass.”

I quickly switched the dog’s collars bypassed the flea and tick spray as well as their safety vests and hustled them into the car.

I raced up to the park hoping we would have time for a quick run through the woods and praying on-one else would be around.

My luck ran out as I pulled up and three teenage boys were just stepping out of their car.

“Hey fellows, how’s it going?  Would you mind if I let the dogs out?  I’m trying to get a quick run in before dark.  They’re friendly.”

They had no problems with it so I let the dogs out, after a quick greeting the dogs headed off towards the field.

I chatted with the guys for a couple of minutes but didn’t want to seem like a stalker, besides their young legs moved much quicker than these old ones and they quickly out distanced me.

They headed down to the lower walking trails and Sampson, Delilah and I stayed on the upper ones.

I couldn’t remember what time the sun was scheduled to set, but figured I had about half an hour.  I kept my eye on the western sky, checking the position of the sun.  After we’d been there about 25 minutes we started heading out, while it wasn’t really getting dark I decided I wasn’t willing to risk another run through.

The sun setting as we arrived home.

It was just enough to satisfy the spring fever in my soul and it helped Delilah snooze through her snack time.  In fact, I had to wake her up to give it to her. 😉

Book update: My book has 12,623 words.

Let Me Rip It, Let Me Tear It.

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Yes, the title is referencing a Harry Potter book.

I was in the bathroom this morning getting ready for work and listening to the dogs wrestle.  Sampson and Delilah are very verbal when they wrestle and if someone didn’t know better, they might think they were fighting.

Their play usually involves a lot of “Arghhhh” and growling, and this morning there was even some barking.  There is also play bowing and laying on their backs, twisting with joy.

Their play doesn’t usually last very long, maybe for five or ten minutes, but the sounds of them playing fill my heart with joy.  Many times when they wrestle at night Hubby and I just stop what we are doing and watch them, it is that joyful for us.

As I was applying my make-up, listening to them play I thought back to last night’s post about what a fantastic job Delilah did on her walk and how their antics had provided me with basically a year’s worth of blog material.

I thought wow, she’s doing good on her walks and decent on her recalls in the woods, what am going to be blogging about?

I heard the sound of something being ripped, and even though we buy them inexpensive toys that can be torn apart I always like to check.

Good thing.

Sampson's Bed

Yup, that’s Sampson’s bed, the one he occasionally sleeps on.  At one time I had two of these but you know how beds go.  The dogs dig at them and eventually they wear out.  I had noticed it had a small hole in it a couple of weeks ago and a bit of the stuffing had been sticking out, but I didn’t think anything of it.

Apparently Delilah had noticed it too.

I guess you’re stuck with me.

Book update: I’m still at 12,303 words.

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