Day Fifty Seven – My dog is nuts.

So for those who may not know, I am nuts about my dogs and my dogs are just nuts! Both of my dogs have facebook pages Sampson and Delilah and I have written a book about Sampson that I am trying to get published.

Every Wednesday and Friday my dogs go to daycare, yes you read that right they go to doggie daycare. Sampson has been going for at least six years and Delilah has been going since we got her (almost four years ago.) There are more and more doggie daycares popping up and it’s an excellent opportunity for your dog to socialize with other dogs and get lots of exercise. Basically they run and play most of the day.

Here in the northeast we have been pummelled with snow and so lately I have not been putting the dogs on their leashes to go to and from the building to the car and vice versa. Today when I arrived at daycare to pick them up, the parking lot was pretty empty so I pulled up to the building, opened the car door and went inside to get the dogs.

Delilah goes right into the car, but Sampson usually wants to sniff around and take a quick pee before heading home, meanwhile Delilah waits in the car. She probably has an ulterior motive like snooping through my bag for food, but that’s quite ok, because there usually isn’t any.

So Sampson did his usual sniff and I said let’s go, he comes up to the car and puts his front paws inside the car and looks at me. He wants me to lift him into the car. Not happening. This dog weighs over 100 pounds and if I start lifting him, it will become a habit. Not that bad when you are in your early 40’s but early 50’s? I think not. So I walk a little bit away and call him to me and tell him to “run it.” Meaning running your chunky butt and jump in the car. He doesn’t. I try again and again, nothing. So I decide to try a different tactic.

I get in the car and with the hatch still open I begin to drive ever so slowly away, thinking pack mentality, the dog will jump in the car. So here I am driving and that silly dog still refuses to get into the car, instead I hear his little tags jingling as he runs along behind the car! Now if we were on our street I probably would have continued driving and let him either finally jump in the car or run all the way home, BUT since we had to drive on some really busy roads I stopped the car and finally got him inside. At which point he bowled Delilah over trying to get into the front seat, fell down between the front and back seats, finally got into the front and flopped down exhausted.

Silly dog.