Heart Like a Dog

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

When You're Down

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I’ve always been under the impression that dogs (as well as other animals) have a sixth kind of sense.  That they can sense things that humans may not be aware of.

I’ve heard stories of animals living in nursing homes who suddenly appeared in a patient’s room and a short time later the patient  passed.

One time when I had a terrible migraine I overdosed myself on Xanax, quite by accident I assure you, yet I somehow managed to drive myself home where I immediately fell into bed.  Sampson my sweet puppy stayed right by my side.

So when I came down with a stomach bug and had to leave work a few minutes early on Monday, I expected a bit more from the dogs.

I walked through the door practically doubled in pain and Delilah jumped into my face.  I went into the kitchen to get their dinners ready and both dogs were jumping around, under my feet, in my way.  Well you get the idea.

I went into the bedroom and sat down on the bed to take off my shoes and put my pajamas on and both dogs were jumping all over me.

I know, I know they were excited and happy to see me, and I appreciate that.  I really do.  I just felt really bad and had hopes they would sense my need for rest.

Eventually they did settle down and luckily I began to feel better pretty quickly because I ended up rubbing this one’s ears.

For a very long time.

But seriously, how can you look at this face and not want to snuggle?

Oh Delilah…(Day Ninety Three)

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Tonight was a frustrating night for me at obedience class.  During the “potty” break, Delilah decided she was going to join a group of dogs that were playing, trouble is she didn’t tell me.  She took off and was so fast and powerful that she completely pulled me about twenty feet before I got her under control.  I’m sure I don’t have to tell you what that did to my shoulder.

I was so ticked off that I pulled her back and immediately placed her in a down, which naturally she fought; but I stood my ground and held her down until she gave a big sigh indicating she had relaxed.  She stayed in that down position for a good few minutes by herself after I let her up.  I thought, maybe she has turned a corner, but that remains to be seen.

Chillin

Sampson of course hates the class and would do anything possible to avoid it.  While on the way home I told him pretty soon the weather will be nicer and you won’t have to go to class, you and daddy can go somewhere else and walk.  He licked my face.

Calgon, anybody...take me away!

I still really hate the way some people man-handle the dogs and it takes everything I have not to scream at them, what the hell is wrong with you?  But this is acceptable behavior for dog training, I think there is a better way, trouble is I just haven’t found it yet, but I will.

A is for Agility…(Day Eighty Eight)

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A little blurb about agility class.  Delilah likes it pretty well (honestly as long as you have a speck of food in your hand she is mesmerized.)  But Sampson doesn’t really care for it much.  In fact, he sat down in class with his back to the course as if to say, if I can’t see it, it doesn’t exist! Chet tried to run him today but as soon as he gets to a point in the course where he can see me, he runs right to me.  It made everyone laugh.

The area we are in is pretty small, so it’s kind of tight running the dogs, that combined with the ridiculous amount of people who show up as well as the fact that the dogs all have spring fever and act really nuts make it a little difficult to really work your dog.  But we still try.  Delilah can really be a tax at times, but she does all right when she wants to.

I had a couple of small clips, but the blog does not support the format, so I will work on getting them converted so I can post them.  Meantime here are a couple of pictures of this morning.

Sara climbing the A-Frame to assist one of the dogs.

 

If I don't open my eyes, it doesn't exist!

 

All tuckered out.

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