She's rolled up on the couch a couple feet away watching me. 70lbs of white labradoddle with crazy half Poodle, half Lab hair. This morning I should be upset with her - there is the matter of the 4am scratch at the front door and the resultant walk. I think of it as the price you pay for a dog that never has accidents. The Mrs. sat on the stairs while I attended to the walk. I am not afraid of the dark but we have zombies that patrol the neighborhood in the wee hours looking for unlocked cars and sheds. Zombies are a desperate lot; I am pretty sure don't roam neighborhoods for food money. The 9 mile away city has an opioid crisis. Thankfully no zombies but there was movement in the neighbors lawn. I am not sure what it was but believe it was a deer. It was a quick successful walk. I withheld the normal morning post walk treat. We went back to bed and I feel back asleep until 6:30 or so. i came downstairs and she was waiting sleeping against the front door. I made coffee and took her out again - same result. Dusty has been doing a lot of sniffing - foot prints of some kind of critter were noted by the Mrs. The old gal isn't up to a chase but she makes a show of doing the bloodhound thing.
It was my decision not to surround stately RayInPenn manner with an electric dog fence. On particularly nasty rainy days I have my doubts about that decision. Still taking the dog for a walk gets you moving and is an opportunity to survey the estate.
I've come to the conclusion that somewhere in these past 11 years our relationship flipped. She is now the master and I am here to serve her needs. In addition to the walks on demand she has learned to sit in the couch and signal with her paw by banging the couch that she's appreciate some attention.
Dogs, like kids are a constant reminder we are not alone - they shift our focus from ourselves and I am sure that is a very good thing.
The truth is while I'm not into micro dogs i never met a dog i didn't like. That wagging tail and howl that greets me when I get home from work still makes me smile.
Care to share some thoughts on your pooch?
It was my decision not to surround stately RayInPenn manner with an electric dog fence. On particularly nasty rainy days I have my doubts about that decision. Still taking the dog for a walk gets you moving and is an opportunity to survey the estate.
I've come to the conclusion that somewhere in these past 11 years our relationship flipped. She is now the master and I am here to serve her needs. In addition to the walks on demand she has learned to sit in the couch and signal with her paw by banging the couch that she's appreciate some attention.
Dogs, like kids are a constant reminder we are not alone - they shift our focus from ourselves and I am sure that is a very good thing.
The truth is while I'm not into micro dogs i never met a dog i didn't like. That wagging tail and howl that greets me when I get home from work still makes me smile.
Care to share some thoughts on your pooch?