Posts Tagged ‘dogs’

It should be always that easy.  “Tilla”, one of my four dogs, is my buddy and friend.  I did not do much:  I fed him regularly and made sure he had water in his dish.  I,also, gave him a belly rub whenever he wanted.  Now he is my buddy for life.  Too bad it is not that easy with humans although getting a belly rub anytime you want is not a bad idea.  Humans can be so complicated (and dogs so easy to love).  Maybe that is why others trust dogs more than their fellow men.  They never disapprove of you or criticize you.  They are always loyal.  And always glad to see you.  And always act as if you were gone forever when you return to your house (no matter how short that period was).  You can’t beat that.

“Tilla”, one of our four dogs must have cut through the leash again.  He does not forget:  at least twice when he was he younger he was punished by my wife by being put on a leash for hours tied to the table.  We now only had one good leash left.  Four leather ones he had chewed through.  I temporarily had the leash tied to the post for I was treating all four dogs for being sprayed by a skunk.  After I lathered the solution on them I had to rinse it off.  They would never stand for that so I had to have them tied down while I was spraying them with the hose.  I had left the leash tied to the post and forgot about it.  He didn’t.  I simply had to laugh.  He did it again.

The latest crisis was a skunk in our yard.  Our four dogs were harassing it and producing a racket.  My wife screamed “Get the dogs in!”  They all came in immediately.  She said one of the dogs was sprayed in the mouth.  “Pax” threw up twice in our living room.  Meanwhile my wife called the police, then the game commission (was was busy with deer season) and someone else who gets rid of animals for a living.  Of course, she had to leave a message on their machine.  The next thing she called “Bark Of The Town”, who usually grooms our dogs, for an emergency appointment.  He told us what to do but he no longer cleans dogs sprayed by skunks.

I don’t want to go far away.  Last I checked the temperature was seventy.  This could be the last time this year it hits seventy.  I want to enjoy the weather here.  If I can’t enjoy it in my own backyard, how can I possibly enjoy it any where else.  So I will stay put, walk around my property and see what I can, enjoy the sun here and every thing else around me.  I will watch my four dogs run around our fenced yard.  I don’t want to have to go any where but my backyard.  I don’t want to go far away.

The morning greeting from my “pups” was exuberant.  Their names are “Coco” and “Tilla”.  We have had them since they were born and, of course, they are full grown now.

Today they jumped all over me when they saw me for the first time this morning at my front entrance.  “Tilla” demanded he be petted even jumping over “Coco” in the process.  “Coco” wiggled in every direction and “mouthed” me although she did not bite.  She does this only when she gets excited.

I know these dogs are only on “loan” to me.  I don’t own them.  They are both God’s creatures.  And the day will come when they will not be on the earth any more–not that they are old or sick.  They are not.

They are only the first and second dog I have had from birth.  And they do not belong to me.  Today I will enjoy them.  They are a gift.  I will treat them as such.  For that matter, my time here is only temporary, too.  You usually outlive your pets.  But not always.

Having pets is a privilege, especially my four dogs.  They do not know anything but to love and accept you.  They do not ask you what degrees you possess.  Sure each dog is an individual.  And they each have their own personality.  All you have to do is take care of them, make sure they have food and water and of course love them.  They do not know anything to do but to love you back.  They don’t care how much money you have.  They just love.  They do not disguise their feelings like many humans do.  If you call their name, they just wag their tail.  I am graced by them and maybe in a subsequent blog will talk at more length about each one.  They are a privilege.

I want to count my blessings.  It is so easy to center on what I call my “lack”.  I am so blessed–materially and all kinds of ways that have nothings to do with things.  I have a wife who loves me.  And all kinds of other people who are glad to see me.  And I have a history with them.  My four dogs and even my cats who really do not pay much attention to me but I appreciate them nevertheless.  My life is not perfect but then, again, whose is?  Of course, this is a short and incomplete list.  I can go on and on but I won’t.  I am just glad to be home.

The beach In Bay Head, NJ was much nicer than I thought it would be.  It stretched for miles and there were not many people on it.  I had this idea there would be some kind of barrier at the border of each town on the beach but that was not the case.

We even saw dolphins in the ocean.  I was thrilled.  They were huge and I never expected to see them.  They “made” this trip really memorable.  I have not thought about my dogs who I boarded until now and now I miss them.  Absence makes the heart fonder.

The Atlantic Ocean is really far from us so I will appreciate it now.  The Inn we are staying at is really nice although the beds were really hard.  I am off to the Ocean again.

All I Could Do Was Dust

Author: siggy

All I could do was dust.  And listen to some music to counter my dark mood (the latest “Sugarland” CD).  Dusting is a mindless task.  In this house there is no lack of dust:  we have four dogs and seven cats.  Dusting is an unending job in this house.  In the process I changed a light bulb.  At least, I kept moving.  That is a good thing.  When I am depressed I don’t feel like doing that.  It can’t hurt.  And I may go on to something else after dusting.  Let us see what is going to happen next.

An animal does not know right from wrong–certainly not evil; a cat will chase down chipmunks and birds and mice.  They are just programed to do that.  A dog will automatically chase a squirrel or rabbit very seldom catching one.

My wife was yelling and screaming.  The dogs caught a squirrel that they trapped in my bird feed chest.  To make it worst, it was a squirrel we called “stubby”.  I was blamed for it for I was told to leave the food chest open so this would not happen.

A squirrel or some other animal gnawed a hole in the chest so they could enter from the outside.  I felt bad for the squirrel.  Our golden retriever and her two pups were blamed (and me) for its death.

I felt bad about the whole thing.  All I could do in the future was leave the chest open or possibly move it to the garage.

Coco is one of my “pups”.  I call her that although she is full grown.  Her Mom is our golden retriever and Dad is our Rottweiler mix.  She is totally black with a little patch of white on her breast, long haired with the most adorable fluffy ears.  She was the pup who hung back and observed before doing anything.  She is so different than her Mom, “Sweetie”.  Sweetie will demand your attention.  She will put her paw on you to get petted more.  Not Coco.  Coco is this unassuming lovable dog.  Sometimes she sits there both paws crossed so feminine-like.  She likes her privacy:  often she is the last dog to come inside from the yard.  When she has a bone, she is loath to leave it and will, often, run out into the yard with it in her mouth and return into the house with it in its mouth, too.  I love all my four dogs but she has a special place in my heart.

It was cold, wet and damp.  I just could not get very warm.  It was a cold spring day.  The bank said forty-two degrees.  Even my four dogs did not want to stay outside.  They did their thing and came back into the house almost immediately.  Next day would be warmer.  I hope I will be able to snuggle into my blankets and get warm when I go to bed.  Tomorrow will be another day and at least twenty degrees warmer than today.  And maybe I will be more successful at staying warm.