Heart Like a Dog

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

You Make Me Smile – April 24, 2016

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You make me smile (or laugh), the sweet, funny, loving things my dogs do a daily basis, that brings a smile to my face or a laugh to my lips.

Sampson, the way you bark and posture when you hear another dog barking, even though you have NO idea where that dog is….

Golden Labrador

You make me laugh.

It happened yesterday on our morning walk. I heard the dog barking but couldn’t figure out where it was, but that didn’t stop Sampson. He started barking in response and his fur got all up on his butt, and I had all I could do to keep him from jumping around.

Do your dogs get all excited at the idea of another dog?

I Always Feel Like…

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Yesterday when I was walking Delilah a woman walked out of her house, just as Delilah was taking a dump on her lawn.

What can you do?

I said, “Good morning,” and proceeded to clean up after my dog, (like a good dog owner does. )

It’s not the first time Delilah’s been caught with her pants down.

We have such irresponsible dog owners around here, it wouldn’t surprise me if there weren’t eyes on me at all times.

And of course, the one day I forgot a poop bag, somebody WAS watching.

It was Easter morning and I was taking Sampson for his walk. Since I carry so many things with me when walking the dogs (cell phone, pepper spray, camera) I don’t use the poop bag dispenser. Instead, every morning I load the pocket of my treat bag with three poop bags. As I pull them off the roll, I open the bags so when it’s time to use them, I’m not standing there in the cold trying to open a bag. I try to always have three bags at one time. Because, well, you just never know when you might need another bag.

Sundays are my sleep in days, so my routine is out the window.

This particular Sunday Sampson and I headed down the hill. It was earlier than I usually walk on a Sunday because I got up specifically to make sure the roast got started on time. We walked our five minutes and turned around and headed for home.

Sampson stopped to do his pooping business and it was then that I realized I had no bags.

Frantically I looked around for an empty bag or a newspaper box with the plastic wrapping around it.

Shit! There was nothing. Nothing I could improvise with.

Very briefly I thought about leaving the poop there and coming back for it later, but two things stopped me. 1) This house has children in it and it was Easter. I didn’t want them discovering the wrong kind of chocolate egg and 2) it’s bad enough picking up warm poop, but the thought of picking it up cold makes me want to puke.

Thankfully it was Sunday and Hubby was home, so I called him up and asked for an assist.

So there we were, Sampson sitting on the lawn and me standing next to him, while we waited for Hubby to rescue us.

I kept looking around, waiting for someone to come out and ask us what the hell we were doing. And that’s when I realized we were being watched.

The Watcher In the Window.

The Watcher In the Window.

No wonder I always feel like somebody’s watching me.

Have you ever forgotten a poop bag, or even run out of them when you really needed one?

The Sidler

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I know this is dating me, but are there any Seinfield fans out there? If so, do you remember the episode about the ‘sidler’?

For those who don’t remember (or know) there was this one episode of Seinfield where Elaine had a co-worker that was so quiet, they would suddenly appear and startle/surprise their co-workers.

The suggestion was to give the man a container of Tic Tacs that he could carry in his pocket, with the hope being the Tic Tacs would rattle as he approached and therefore warn his co-workers.

My Goddaughter was a sidler. Every Saturday night we used to hang out with Hubby’s cousin and her husband. Most of the times we’d be playing cards at the kitchen table and the kids would be watching TV in the other room. Inevitably, Sammi, who was six or seven at the time, would wander into the room. Typically we wouldn’t even see her come in to the room, but before you knew it, you were play ing cards with Sammi on your lap. It wasn’t like she came in and came over to sit on your lap, it was more like a very slow, casual thing. She’d stand next to the person she had chosen, then she’d do the one cheek sneak and soon enough she was on your lap.

At one point someone would look up and say, “When did Sam come in”? No-one could answer the question and we’d all laugh.

We joked that we needed to sew a pocket into her nightgown and put a package of Tic Tacs in there, to warn us of her approach.

Flash forward 15 years and I have another sidler in my life. This guy right here.

She lays on the floor one time. ONE TIME, and she complains about dust. She should see her housekeeping from my perspective.

I don’t know what a sidler is, but I hope it comes with fries.

It seems a CCL injury gives this dog sudden Ninja Stealth Super Powers.

Examples:

  • The chipmunks have been out, and Delilah loves trying to catch herself a chipmunk. About a month ago I saw a ‘chippie’ out on the deck. Delilah was on the couch and Sampson was on the living room floor. I went up to Delilah and whispered, “Chippie” and pointed to the door. She got up and hurried over, I stood at the door until she had a bead on the little sucker and then I opened the door. Out she went in a flash! Before I could close the door, Sampson went flying after her. Of course he hit the slippery deck and his back leg failed him and he fell.
  • Dinner time – Every night I fix the dog’s Kongs before I serve them dinner. Delilah ALWAYS comes into the kitchen and waits for me to drop something. At some point in during my routine, I will look over and there is Sampson, patiently lying there watching me, waiting for his dinner.
  • I go into the bathroom to get ready for work and with no noise or notice whatsoever, I look up to see this.
I don't know what a Sidler is, does it come with fries?

Can I get those fries super-sized?

What surprises me the most about this is this, how does he get there? You see Sampson has never been a noisy or clumsy mover (unlike another dog I know.) BUT when he sets himself to lie down, he usually flops. (Unlike another dog I know, who is Super Ninja in THAT department.) So much so, that when you are sleeping you typically feel him flop, because it’s that apparent. Except he’s not doing this.

One second he’s not there, the next second he is. I’m wondering if he’s doing the Army crawl? Do I need a camera for this dog too?

Do you have a sidler in your life?

And just a quick reminder, tomorrow is Blog the Change for Animals, a quarterly blog hop where we share causes, petitions or organizations that are working towards a better life for animals. Won’t you join me, along with my co-hosts Talking Dogs, Pet Faves, and CindyLu’s Muse?

Shhhh, don’t tell anyone, but here’s the code for tomorrow’s hop. 😉

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Hope to see you there!

 

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