Mar
15
2015
What do I know for certainty? My wife loves me. So does my favorite dog–Tilla. Probably Coco, his sister. Maybe, that needs to be enough. Two dogs and my wife. Maybe, that should be sufficient. Let me bask in that love. I did nothing to earn that. Of course, I did not mention Jesus. He loves me, too. I don’t know why you can feel so separated and so alone sometimes?
Feb
28
2015
Tilla jumped into our bed after were were both in it. We changed our routine last night: we both retired at the same time. Usually I go to bed first and read an half an hour and Tilla jumps on the bed then and leaves after my wife gets in bed. This time Tilla jumped on the bed and snuggled between the two of us. His head was right next to mine. I fell asleep and he must have jumped off at some point and went to his usual spot on the Lazy Boy in my den. Coco, my other black dog–his sister–was in her usual spot where she disturbs no one: asleep on the left side of the bed.
Feb
23
2015
Tilla, one of my dogs–my favorite, has a new routine (as well as Coco). At bedtime, Tilla jumps on my bed and waits for me to get there. He does not like to share his private time with my wife. I go to bed first and read awhile. He has learned to give me space on our king-sized bed so I can get under the sheets completely. When my wife makes it to bed, he simply jumps off. Often when I awake his sister Coco is lying right next to me. By that time my wife is no longer sleeping in the bed. And Tilla is still lying on the Lazy Boy in my den where he usually spends the night.
Nov
24
2014
Tilla, my favorite dog, likes to make me laugh. Just the other day he was lying on his back vigorously wagging his tail. I just had to laugh. That must have been his intention. I am convinced he has a sense of humor and likes to make me laugh.
Sep
29
2014
“Tilly, Willy”, as I affectionately call him, and I fall asleep together. Lately he jumps on the bed right next to me as I fall asleep. My eighty pound dog is comforting to be within reach. I stroke him as I fall asleep. My wife who sometimes goes to sleep an half an hour later says he is gone from the bed by then. He is my buddy. I have a special relationship with him–all eighty pounds of him. He is open about his affection toward me: Sometimes he will jump on the bed when I enter our bedroom just to be hugged and hug me. And jump off when I leave the room.
Apr
3
2014
Tilla jumped on my bed twice. The first time he got tired of waiting and sojourned to the office. When I finally went to bed, I encouraged him to jump back on the bed, which he did. And promptly thirty seconds later jumped off and went to my office. He was bidding me good night. Later on he lay at the foot of my bed. There is nothing like a dog to make you feel wanted.
Mar
25
2014
Tilla joined me in my bed last night. My wife and I had just completed a game of Scrabble and I lost again. I was feeling completely demoralized. It was only a game. Nevertheless, I was pretty depressed and I went straight to bed. Tilla followed me and jumped on the bed. This time he gave me room on the bed to lie on the right side. This was unusual behavior for him. He stayed there till I fell asleep. I believe he wanted to comfort me. I wrapped my arm around his body as I fell asleep. I was glad he was there.
Mar
22
2014
I could not figure out what Tilla, one of my dogs wanted. He was jumping up and down on me. He did not want to go into the yard. Finally my wife commented, “He wants to go for a car ride.” I was all set to go into town for for a quick errand. I said, “Okay.” And in the car he went. I forgotten how much he loves car rides. He even put the car into neutral, which I quickly corrected. He stood on the passenger side, tail wagging, alert –very happy.
Mar
6
2014
Tilla’s tail was thumping vigorously upon my arrival. I had been gone over three hours. My dog was really glad to see me. I quickly did the last few tasks of the evening and then went to bed. Tilla had to give me my final “good night”: he hopped on my bed briefly and then went to my office where he will spend the night on the Lazy Boy couch. There is nothing like a dog to make you feel welcome.
Dec
14
2013
I looked at my dogs outside. All four. Each was facing away from the large white pine tree forming a circle around the tree in a different direction. I love my four dogs. Each differently. Coco, a female black long haired is simply sweet. Pax the elder likes the sound of his own voice. Sweetie the golden retriever is just that sweet and happy go lucky and loves to gnaw on branches. Tilla and I have a special relationship. I earned his loyalty by almost endlessly rubbing his belly. In fact, he often gives me a hug by resting his upper body on me and then having me pet him. He is no small dog–at least seventy pounds–very affectionate. All of them are big. They are enjoying the snow today. I never in my wildest dreams expected to own four dogs (and that does not include the seven cats who roam the house). To say the least, we have no mouse problem in our house. I could not have imagined this menagerie twenty-five years ago.
Nov
21
2013
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.
Nov
19
2013
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.
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