May
12
2013
I was depressed that evening. My wife reminded me it probably was fatigue. Right after I kissed my wife good-night Tilla followed me into the TV room and nudged shut the door. Somehow that was comforting, that my dog wanted my company. It was a small act but it mattered. The next morning I awoke and the depression was gone. My wife was right. I was just overly tired.
Apr
23
2013
It was an unusual night for me: all three black animals slept in my bedroom. That is Cool Hand Luke–one of my cats and my two black dogs–Coco and Tilla who I call my “pups” since I have had those two dogs since they were pups. Coco always sleeps in my bedroom but it was a little unusual for Tilla. In fact, last night he, again, slept in my bedroom. Tilla is somewhat unpredictable. My wife calls him ‘quirky’. Anyway, it was comforting to me for them to be in my bedroom. I always say good night to each animal before I close my eyes by a quick pat.
Apr
21
2013
Two days ago we went out and accidentally left Coco and Tilla out in the yard for hours. They were eager to come in. Tilla was limping on the foot he had knee surgery. It gets sore and hurts him too much if he runs on it too much. So he does not put any weight on it. I checked his leg to make sure there was no apparent injury. Today he is walking on it and only favoring slightly. I am still going to call the vet’s office just to make sure that only happens occasionally and his knee is fine.
Apr
19
2013
I went to bed by nine thirty PM and Tilla took advantage of it immediately and crept in the Lazy Boy chair I just vacated and fell asleep. I checked on him a little later: he would not raise his head. He was out for the night. My TV room is where he goes to sleep every night. All animals are creatures of habit.
His sister, Coco always sleeps in my bedroom in the far end of the bed at the foot of the bed. She likes her privacy and will retire to that room if she is inside. Other times she may be the last one in from the yard. She is a real sweet dog and has the personality of her mother, Sweetie, the golden retriever. Unlike her, though, she can be really insistent if she wants something, like for instance, to go out into the yard. I have one other dog, Pax, Coco’s and Tilla’s, dad. He is a real character but I will talk about him, again, in another time.
Apr
18
2013
My dog Tilla gives me hugs–all eighty pounds of him. Periodically he will climb on my lap keeping his rear legs on the ground and give me an hug. I think he still thinks he is a pup. I really do not know that for sure but he certainly is an affectionate dog. I simply accept his hugs and make sure he does not hurt me. He usually does not.
Apr
11
2013
Tilla is definitely unpredictable. My dog immediately hopped on his regular sleeping chair after I vacated it to go to bed. Then a few minutes later he jumped on my bed–something he almost never does. It could have been the thunderstorms we were having that evening. My dogs were jittery about the thunderstorms. For a short time there even were three dogs in my TV room and one cat. Maybe Tilla was scared, too, although I could no longer hear the thunder. I fell asleep with him laying right next to me.
Apr
5
2013
Tilla likes to make my wife laugh, too. He walked out of my room, where he was waiting for me to leave my seat after I finished watching TV. My wife had just gotten up to use the bathroom and Tilla accommodated her Lazy Boy chair, where she sleeps. Our dog was standing up right in her chair and his tail was thumping vigorously. My wife could only laugh as she tried to sit back on her chair and he immediately vacated the seat. Tilla has a sense of humor. Don’t tell me animals don’t? He does.
Apr
4
2013
My dog, Tilla, twice took my chair I just temporarily vacated while I was watching TV. He got right off though when I wanted my Lazy Boy chair back. I was watching TV and he came back into my room three minutes to eleven. I often watch TV until eleven PM. He immediately took possession of my chair when I left shortly after. I checked on him ten minutes later: he was sound asleep. He knows my schedule.
Mar
27
2013
Tilla who sleeps on the Lazy Boy chair in the office did not appear while I watched a TV program before going to bed. Usually he will keep me company and wait for me to vacate the chair. I finally went to bed. A few minutes later he appeared in my bedroom snuggling up to me. I petted my dog for a minute or two. Then he turned around and immediately walked to his chair. He was bidding me “good night”.
Mar
26
2013
I think my dog, Tilla, likes to make me laugh. I called him in and he immediately rolled on his belly tail thumping vigorously (???) Expecting a belly rub. I don’t know about that but he made me laugh. He stayed in that position for a little while and finally trotted in the house when I beckoned him in again.
Mar
25
2013
My seven cats and four dogs enrich my life. I have to admit only one cat (Cool Hand Luke), a completely black scrawny cat, seeks me out and snuggles up to me occasionally. Maybe, that is because she is the only pet I had before I met my wife over ten years ago. I have always taken care of her. She has a favorite spot in my room, where she curls up by the window on the books I have placed there. When she is not there at night she sleeps on my bed catercorner from me. She does not get along too well with the other cats.
My relationship with the other six cats are all different. Cheyenne, a beautiful long haired cat, usually does not let me pet him. In fact, if I approach him; he goes the opposite way and looks at me with the expression “how dare you go near me.” Jasmine, a tiny delicate female, the mother of four of our cats, does not seek me out but does not object if I pet her.
China, a long haired exotically colored black and white cat is one cool cat, supremely confidently poised cat will, also, not seek me out but certainly not turn down an hug from me. Tiger will also not turn me down. He has the softest fur. Even the vet commented how soft his fur was.
Pumpkin, the only cat from Jasmine’s first litter, is just a nice cat and gets along with all the other cats. And then there is Buttons, somewhat similar in coloring to Tiger. He was the last cat to enter this household. He showed up at our front door. He is about as wild as you can be and still be a domestic cat. He hides under our bed. And usually goes the other way if I dare approach him. That takes care of the cats and now I will talk briefly about our four dogs.
There is Pax, the elder, who is a ninety pound scary dog but a real scaredy cat. He likes the sound of his own voice and will demonstrate that if he runs into the yard and seeks out the furthest right corner of the fence barking every step of the way. He comes up to me if he wants something for he knows I will not ignore him and act quicker than my wife. He is getting up in age–now twelve.
Now there is the golden retriever appropriately named Sweetie. She is very tactile, loves to have something in her mouth and just can not get enough attention. In fact, she will demand it and sit there all day while you pet her. She is the mom of the last two dogs (Pax is the Dad) Tilla and Coco.
Coco is a long haired female who is black with a touch of red in there. She has the most adorable fluffy ears. She likes her privacy. She will often go into the bed room by herself and just stay there for hours. She will lie down there front paws crossed so delicate like completely feminine like.
The last animal I have is Tilla originally called Atilla The Hun and The Olympian. He is the only dog who could jump the fence we had built around a large section of the yard and necessitated us building it even higher. He is lean, aggressive and completely black and the most athletic of our four dogs.
He keeps me company as I watch TV in the evening and then sleeps in the Lazy Boy I vacate when I go to bed. I won his love by giving him a belly rub almost every time he wanted it. He and I have a special relationship. He is the only dog I have given walks. That is a brief description of my relationships I have with my eleven animals. Each one is different.
Mar
23
2013
Three of them were in: “Tilla” was the only dog out. Three times I urged him to come in and three times he turned over on his back to demand a belly rub. I ignored him all three times. Finally he “trotted in” so we were able to leave the house. All four dogs had gone out and now were in.
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