She Makes It Homey
My mother once said, it was okay to spoil the dog because she doesn't have to grow up to become anything. She was justifying her actions as she spoiled her dog shamefully. Except, as with most things in life, I shouldn't have judged her, or made fun of her because . . . I spoil my dog.
It's just so easy. It makes me happy to make her happy.
Sometimes she's a little sassy about it though. For example- say someone is fixing scrambled eggs. If she doesn't get her portion as quickly as she thinks she should, she pouts. She sighs. She flops down, and lays her face in between her paws. She is in the depths of despair. Then her eternally hopeful stomach tells her to get up, and look again. Maybe, just maybe, her people are ready to give her some of those delectable eggs. She peaks around the corner of the island . . . are they ready now?
Lately she hasn't been eating as much. She would leave her casserole- I mean, her meal, untouched for hours. At first, I thought it was just because it's hot and she's just not as hungry. But then one morning I was feeling lazy. I didn't feel like drizzling chicken stock over her dog food, and mashing up 2 scoops of wet dog food. It was early, I wanted my coffee and all that stirring . . . she wasn't going to eat it anyway. I put a sprinkle of shredded cheddar cheese on her breakfast. She gobbled it down. Now I wonder if she wasn't eating because she was tired of her casserole. Maybe it was too heavy for this heat. Maybe she feels like her girlish figure is getting a little thick. (it's not- she lost 2 lbs when I took her for her yearly visit the other week)
She lays about in the house, on the soft carpeting, or on any of her 3 beds , under ceiling fans, in the air conditioning. All she has to do is indicate she wants a belly rub, and her people jump to meet her need.
I remember when we got her. We had gone a few years between dogs. Before Alexa was born, we had had 2 labs. They both had to be put down right before she was born, for health reasons. Doug and Andrew wanted a dog. We "needed" a dog. I was the hold up. I didn't want a puppy. Puppies are sweet and funny and cute and require a LOT of work. I couldn't deal with a puppy and an infant/toddler Alexa too. However, a friend told us about Gracie (our current dog). Apparently, Gracie's family was looking for just the right situation for her because they were unable to keep her any longer. She was 5 or 6 years old. She's quiet, calm (unless you knock on the door, or ring the doorbell; or if someone who isn't her immediate family comes over). I remember that first weekend with her and thinking, "Our home had been empty and lonely without a warm, furry dog." It's true. Even though, she's like the biggest pansy ever- her presence is comforting. Just knowing her warm, furry body is here, makes the house seems warmer and more homey. Her wagging tail, peeking around the corner of the laundry room when we're walking in the door is welcoming. Her nagging in the morning for her morning walk and breakfast . . . well, even those are nice, now that she does it later.
It's just so easy. It makes me happy to make her happy.
Sometimes she's a little sassy about it though. For example- say someone is fixing scrambled eggs. If she doesn't get her portion as quickly as she thinks she should, she pouts. She sighs. She flops down, and lays her face in between her paws. She is in the depths of despair. Then her eternally hopeful stomach tells her to get up, and look again. Maybe, just maybe, her people are ready to give her some of those delectable eggs. She peaks around the corner of the island . . . are they ready now?
Lately she hasn't been eating as much. She would leave her casserole- I mean, her meal, untouched for hours. At first, I thought it was just because it's hot and she's just not as hungry. But then one morning I was feeling lazy. I didn't feel like drizzling chicken stock over her dog food, and mashing up 2 scoops of wet dog food. It was early, I wanted my coffee and all that stirring . . . she wasn't going to eat it anyway. I put a sprinkle of shredded cheddar cheese on her breakfast. She gobbled it down. Now I wonder if she wasn't eating because she was tired of her casserole. Maybe it was too heavy for this heat. Maybe she feels like her girlish figure is getting a little thick. (it's not- she lost 2 lbs when I took her for her yearly visit the other week)
She lays about in the house, on the soft carpeting, or on any of her 3 beds , under ceiling fans, in the air conditioning. All she has to do is indicate she wants a belly rub, and her people jump to meet her need.
I remember when we got her. We had gone a few years between dogs. Before Alexa was born, we had had 2 labs. They both had to be put down right before she was born, for health reasons. Doug and Andrew wanted a dog. We "needed" a dog. I was the hold up. I didn't want a puppy. Puppies are sweet and funny and cute and require a LOT of work. I couldn't deal with a puppy and an infant/toddler Alexa too. However, a friend told us about Gracie (our current dog). Apparently, Gracie's family was looking for just the right situation for her because they were unable to keep her any longer. She was 5 or 6 years old. She's quiet, calm (unless you knock on the door, or ring the doorbell; or if someone who isn't her immediate family comes over). I remember that first weekend with her and thinking, "Our home had been empty and lonely without a warm, furry dog." It's true. Even though, she's like the biggest pansy ever- her presence is comforting. Just knowing her warm, furry body is here, makes the house seems warmer and more homey. Her wagging tail, peeking around the corner of the laundry room when we're walking in the door is welcoming. Her nagging in the morning for her morning walk and breakfast . . . well, even those are nice, now that she does it later.
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| For a period of time she would lay on the air vents- to cool off, and get them hooked on her collar. Doug called her Two Chains. The air vents freaked her out, but not enough to not lay on them. |
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