NYC Is Another World

Author: siggy

NYC is another world.  I was there briefly–forty-eight hours.  So many people.  All, seemingly, in a rush.  Surrounded by thousands of people.  I took the subway to get around.  It is a world I am not in too often any more.  I was glad to get back home surrounded by trees and quiet.  My dogs gave me a terrific greeting jumping all over me when I entered my house.  I left my wife for my trip.  It is difficult for us to go away with our menagerie–all four dogs and seven cats.  Maybe, once a year my wife and I go away usually to the NJ shore.  I was glad to get home.  To peace and quiet although I was glad to see part of my family in New York if only briefly.  NY city is just another world.

Tilla did his best to cheer me up.  Twice he greeted me by jumping on my bed and licking my face.  And later he jumped up on our love sofa extending himself making it plain he was glad to see me.  I wonder whether he sensed I was down.  And was trying his best to cheer me up.  I don’t know but my depression briefly disappeared in those moments.  He gets an “E” for effort.

One of our dogs was in real trouble.  My wife had baked five loaves of pumpkin bread and lined them up on the counter.  And left them there alone for awhile.  She came back later and one of the larger loaves had the whole top of it missing — just bitten off.  She then had a Mom to Dog talk with three of our dogs.  We could not blame Pax:  he is not capable of reaching any.  He is just too old and arthritic.  We did not think “Sweetie” did it.  But we definitely suspected our two black dogs.  She spoke sternly to both of them.  They did not look too guilty.  Tilla definitely had been spotted several times in the past his hind legs stretching tongue extended to reach any crumb he could find on the counter.  More than once.  And we would not put it past our female Coco.  She certainly was capable of this dastardly act, too.  This happened yesterday and today I walked Tilla and he let loose with a big soft poop.  That made him a strong suspect for that bread had plenty of butter in it.  I am sure he has forgotten about that incident hours ago.

The differences between my two black pups now full grown are several.  Coco is long haired and when she is happy to see you, she will swish her tail back and forth slowly.  She likes to observe and takes in the whole situation.  Tilla is exuberant.  When he is happy to see you, his tail goes thump, thump.  Sometimes I will go into my bedroom and he will jump on the bed wiggling all over to greet me.  He is the most athletic.  He necessitated us building our fence higher.  He could jump over it.  He is the most unpredictable and is streamed lined really muscular.

He has some peculiarities.  He will lock himself in the bedroom and act so happy when we open the door.  Also if he joins me in the office he will close the door as if to make sure he has me all to himself.  He is male and the most aggressive of our four dogs.  If you throw four snacks out for our dogs, he will get three.

Coco is female and just plain sweet.  If she wants her belly rubbed, she will slowly demurely lift her leg to indicate that.  Coco can be quite insistent and will bark if she wants to go out.  They are only the second and third dogs I raised from pups.

The two dogs have had some different nicknames over time.  Coco is also called Coco Puff and Puffy Girl by my wife.  Atilla was originally called Atilla The Hun now shortened to Tilla, and once called Atilla The Olympian (when he kept jumping the fence) and now affectionately Tilly Willy.  Both of the dogs are a lot of fun.

Last night was the third one in a row Tilla slept in my bed.  I sleep on the right side and my dog plopped himself right where my head would go so I had to fight for space and every inch.  I guess he like(s)(d) being close to me.  Coco, my other black dog was in her usual spot along the left side of the bed.  In fact I even had the third black animal we own sleeping on the foot of the other side of the bed–Cool Hand Luke–one of my seven cats.  That was somewhat unusual for Jasmine and her grownup kittens have, of late, taken over that spot.  She had two litters–four cats and it is not that unusual to see at least two of them sleeping nearby her on the bed.  They get along really well.

Pax the elder of our pack of four dogs is getting old.  Both knees are torn and we started giving him pain meds.  It was just too painful for him to get around.  We were thrilled when we started giving him a second pain pill (in the morning) and he became more active.  No dog lives forever.  He is thirteen — old for a big dog (he must be eighty pounds) now.  His rear muscles have atrophied.  The vet said to make him as comfortable as possible.  He has been around forever.  He is the father of two of our dogs.  He is feisty.  Sometimes he will come into my room just to get one pat on the head and then he leaves.  He is one confident dog.  He literally prances up and down at the end of the day for after the last “out” for all the four dogs he will get some kind of treat.  And he knows that and gets all excited.  Now it is a slice of bread with some peanut butter dabbed on it to hide the pain pill.  He has always loved bread.

Tilla jumped enthusiastically on my bed to greet me.  He wanted a hug and was now on eye level.  His body shook all over in anticipation of my greeting.  Wouldn’t it be nice if all your friends made it that plain how glad they were to see you.  There is nothing like a dog for unconditional love.  In fact, some people prefer dogs to humans:  they don’t disguise their feelings.

Our Local Post Office

Author: siggy

Only at a local post office.  Tilla, my dog who loves car rides, figured out when he sees my car keys he might be able to get a ride.  And it is more than that:  he gets a biscuit from the postmaster.  She said all the dogs get them.  And the owners expect them.  Only from a local small post office can this happen.  Tilla made the connection.  He will get a biscuit when we go to the post office in the morning to gather our mail.  He will not forget.

Tilla (one of my dogs) will feel no pain (or aches) this night.  I had put some peanut butter and a pain pill to give to Pax (another dog of ours).  Tilla grabbed it.  I immediately pulled the slice of bread out of his mouth.  Too late.  The pill was gone.  I was mad. Tilla will feel no pain tonight.  I prepared another slice of bread with peanut butter with another pain pill and made sure Tilla was far away when I gave Pax his nightly meds.

I sometimes get a really enthusiastic greeting from Tilly Willy, my favorite dog.  I will be in my bedroom and he will jump on my bed to get a hug from me, which I always do.  I never know when he is going to do that.  He is unpredictable.  He certainly knows how to make me feel wanted and is openly affectionate.  He is my favorite dog.  He and I have a special relationship.  My first dog I raised from a pup died awhile ago and I never thought another one like her would come along.  Daisy was one stubborn dog but when I was in the same room she never took his eyes off of me.  Tilly Willy aims to please.  He gets special treatment from me.

Again, my three black animals joined me in my bedroom.  First, “Cool Hand Luke” my black cat who I have had since I been married to my other was one animal–over ten years–and the other two dogs I consider my “pups” although now both are full grown.  We had the two dogs since the beginning.  They were born in my house.  The long haired one-Coco-usually can be found lying on my side of my bed and the other dog is “Tilly Willy” who usually joins me at the foot of my bed after I have retired for the night.  I never know what he is going to do next.  A few nights again he jumped on my bed and I fell asleep with him lying next to me.  I have to say these two dogs are not small dogs:  they probably weigh over eighty pounds each.  It is comforting to me to have them join me at night.

Praise the Lord I can feed my seven cats and four dogs.  The dogs are large dogs between seventy-five and ninety pounds so it take quite a bit dog food to feed them.  The cats are not as bad although we get special cat food for them:  one cat needs a certain diet and we can’t feed him that and not the rest of the six cats a cheaper cat food.  And that does not include the bird seed I put out and the suet cakes for the woodpeckers.  It is only by grace I can do all those things.  Some families who are broke or unemployed would love to have the money we spend just on our pets (and bird seed).  Praise the Lord for all that.