Canine, Family

The Little One is Going

Up, up and away!

It’s been a day.

Well, I’ll start at the beginning. Himself and I are flying to Houston next month to (finally) meet my father. Yes, when I drag something out it gets drug to the limit. Our meeting simply cannot wait any longer, so the plane tickets are booked.

Since we’re unaccustomed to being gone, a trip means about 5,000 different little things need to happen before we leave… among them dog boarding. I figured the best place for boarding my three angels (I’ll let you stop laughing before I go on) would be in someone’s home instead of a kennel, so I set up a Meet n Greet with my selected dog sitters from ROVER dot com for today.

My chosen sitters were two ladies with a great reputation who seemed very nice. Bonus: they only live a few miles away! So, we loaded the girls up, Bree riding with Mike in the Mini and the littles with me in the truck.

When we arrived one of the ladies met us outside and showed us back to the back yard… where there is a pool. To be fair, I knew they had a pool, but assumed (don’t say it!) they’d have a safety fence around it. They did not.

I declined to have the six large barking dogs in the house come out to meet us (!) because for one I don’t know them and two, my dogs were stressed just leaving the house. They never get to go anywhere, poor things.

Would you like to know who fell in the pool first? Yes, it was my elderly Collie, replete with cataracts. She hobbled around and there was no way she wasn’t falling in… fortunately it was near the steps so we got her out without incident. That was followed by Daisy, who couldn’t swim if the debbil himself was chasing her! I let out a high pitched squeal and went in to get her.

Then Bree fell into the deep end and Mike had to dive in to save her! To her credit she can swim, but her limbs aren’t strong enough to extricate that body anymore. That’s when I started cursing. Stress does that to me, like some people come out in hives.

Badger was surprisingly smart enough to stay clear of the water. She was too busy marking all the other dog’s pee spots.

Bree will stay at the Vet’s, Badger at a ‘Spa’ and Daisy? She’s coming with me.

Canine, Florida

Crazy People

Not crazy, but here are the little beasties who try to push me off the bed at night. Snoring their butts off…

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My sister-in-law sleeps with three Rottweilers in her bed and I have trouble with a couple of small dogs!! LOL!

Anyway, I think I mentioned Guy Who Yells at Me in a previous post. He started over a year ago while walking past my postage stamp house/yard with his little black and white dog. My dogs started barking (of course!) and I walked over to Bree and hugged her to calm her down and stop her running around, trampling the little dogs.

The Guy then went berserk, screaming “You’d better not be hurting that dog!! You better not!”. I was taken aback, to say the least, and replied “Sir, not that it’s any of your business, but I’d never hurt this dog”.

Well, he kept it up for another few minutes, accusing me of hitting her and all sorts of things! I was gobsmacked.

And every time he walked that mutt past the house and we were out there, he would go crazy on my ass. EVERY TIME. Once he yelled “Are you hitting that dog? You better not be hitting that dog!” To which I replied “Sir, I am 6 feet away from her; just how crazy are you?”

It got so bad I started hiding in the house and then one day I ran inside to hide because he’d come around the corner and Arthur saw me. He stepped outside and told the Guy “Stop yelling at my wife or I’ll call the police.”

And that was it. I didn’t see him again. Guess he chose another route. Huzzah!

Enter Woman Who Yells at Me. You can’t make this shit up!

Bree will be 11 tomorrow (I know!!) but when she was younger I used to bathe her outside in the summer. And we used to play with the hose, her trying to catch the water. Most of us with dogs have.

Well, the Woman happened by with her dog one day a couple of weeks ago while I was outside with the dogs.. and I had a hose in my hand.  She lost her mind and started screaming “You better not be spraying that dog in the head!!”

I thought: Is this Guy Who Yells at Me’s wife???

Better prepared for the insanity, I just smiled and walked away… Until she caught me on a bad day. The inspector had shown up (for the fifth time) but once again the contractor was a no-show. I had just fed the dogs and took them out. I always go with them, they’re never alone.

There she was, across the street, watching me. Bree and the little dogs went nuts and because Bree is a deep chested breed and I don’t want her to torsion and bloat, I picked up the hose. She thought she was getting a bath and shut up and retreated to the back yard. That should have been that, but the Woman had to open her mouth, didn’t she? I don’t know what she was screaming because I was louder. And it was profane. Haven’t seen her since.

Crazy people are everywhere… but lately it seems like I’m seeing more than my share…

Canine

I’m Here to Tell You Different

There is accepted scientific fact, and there is truth. Sometimes they’re not the same thing.

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Salad Days

I watched a canine documentary a couple of years ago that centered around behavior.  The Host started right in on a dog’s limitations, of which there seemed to be many. For instance, one of the first listed was the leash/obstacle problem.

The Host posited as truth the old chestnut that a dog can’t comprehend that they must stay on the same side of an obstacle as their owner; that they are connected by the leash. ‘They just cannot think laterally’, he said.  ‘They can’t work it out’. That’s when I turned the show off.

Well, Bree worked out for herself as a puppy that we were connected and after two times going the wrong way around a light pole and never did it again.

Last night while watching Stephen Fry’s series QI I heard him say that dogs cannot follow where you point. They watch your finger, not the direction in which you are pointing.

Once again, Bree got pointing right away. I can point at stuff anywhere and she’ll go get it. Stuffed babies, usually. She loves it and regards it as work, which is the highest calling for a herding breed.

She also knows how to ‘take it’, ‘come’, ‘go’, ‘hug’, etc… and saved my life once when the electric blanket I was using caught fire.

Got kids? Get Collies. There will be an excess of hair, but your children will have a best friend you can count on… one who won’t introduce them to meth.

Conversely, Badger, also a herder, does not always get it. Maybe her original people didn’t spend much time with her when she was a puppy.

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She’s old now, the Bree. Her face becomes progressively whiter and she moves slower. But she’s still the best girl.