Heart Like a Dog

The Good, the Bad, and the Oh My God of living with dogs!

Reindeer Speak

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I’ve been thinking that even though my tagline says, “Life With Sampson And Delilah,” lately most of my posts are about Delilah.  Mostly because……well Delilah needs more work than Sampson does.

Which doesn’t mean that Sampson isn’t adorable in his own right.  So today I thought I’d share a story about something Sampson does that I think is absolutely adorable.

If you’ve been reading this blog for any length of time, you’ll know that there is nothing that is off-limits in terms of subject matter.

That being said, today’s topic is about pooping.

Dog pooping.

When we are out on the trails and the dogs have to poop, Delilah squats wherever she is and poops.

Sampson however likes a bit of privacy.  He will step off the trail, probably about 15 or 20 feet and do his business.   Many times I think he’s wandered off and I call him and look only to find him popping a squat.

Please give me some privacy while I find a nice place to poop.

While I think it’s very sweet that Sampson is so modest, it’s what he does AFTER he poops that causes the most amusement.

After Sampson does his business he gets his run on, like he’s just taken about 5 pounds off.  He zips past us, like he’s light as air, at which point Hubby or I will say, “I pooped, I pooped” in a Rudolph voice.

In Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, do you remember when all the little fawns first get together and Clarice takes a liking to Rudolph?  Rudolph gets all excited and shouts, “She thinks I’m cute, she thinks I’m cute,” and he flies through the air.

Ok, so this post worked in my head, but I’m not sure how it worked as a post.

What do you think was it funny or not?  And please be truthful.  🙂

New Soul/Old Soul

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Do you believe in reincarnation?

I’m not sure whether I do or not.  Although when I’m sad or feeling sorry for myself, I have speculated if I was reincarnated, I must have been someone BAD in my other life.  Like Attila the Hun or Genghis Khan.

But I digress.

My sister has a theory regarding children…..they are either old souls or new souls.

A new soul is one of those children that are into everything! Everything they see goes into their mouths, you will need locks on your cabinets, you will need to cover your electrical outlets.  They will be the daredevils in sports, willing to try any and everything.

An example of a new soul is my granddaughter.  If you put something down, she is right there to pick it up, you need to have your eye on her constantly or she will get into trouble.

On the other hand an old soul is just the opposite.  These are the children who seem to take everything in stride.   They seem to already know what life is about and how to fit in.

An example of an old soul is my niece, she never put things in her mouth and she never crawled, she went straight to walking.   She likes 40’s Jazz music, and classic looks.  Not much shakes her up.

I’ve expanded my sister’s theory to include animals.  If I were to evaluate Sampson and Delilah based upon the old soul/new soul scale, I would have to say Sampson is an old soul and Delilah is a new soul.

Sampson is laid back, easy-going and not much shakes him up.

Delilah on the other hand is into everything!  Nothing is off-limits as to what goes into her mouth.  No, I do take that back, I’m eternally grateful that she has never (knock on wood) chewed a shoe, but that’s about the only thing.

It does not have to be food related either, her favorite things to rip apart are dryer sheets, plastic bags (food residue or no,) and tissues/paper towels/napkins.  This doesn’t mean that she won’t chew something else, just given her choice she would prefer to choose from those objects listed above.

Which explains her Modus operandi this morning.

Excuse the dirty rug, as you can see it is a high traffic area that needs cleaning.

Do you buy into the old soul/new soul theory?  If so, have you noticed any of old soul/new soul traits?

The Nose Knew

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Sampson is a dog that knows when he’s tired.  Once he’s reached his limit and had enough, he puts himself to bed.   Most nights this time is between 8:00 and 9:00.   He just gets up from wherever he is and goes into the bedroom.

As I’m sure most of you do, just before we head off to bed we let the dogs out for (hopefully) the last opportunity of the night.  When they come back inside Sampson goes right back to bed.

Delilah may or may not go to bed, she may do a last check of the house to make sure no-one has left any food out that might tempt a mouse.  She’s good like that.

I grab a handful of carrots and head into the bedroom.  Delilah will jump up and lay against my pillows effectively blocking me from getting into bed.  I carefully lift her up and slide my body underneath hers so I can hold her and love her.

Then Hubby comes to bed and Delilah jumps off and sits beside me.  I use the carrots to lure Sampson up the bed to take his place between us.  Once I have given out all the carrots, Delilah jumps up and settles herself at the bottom of the bed.  Then some more cuddling and loving usually takes place.  The light goes out and if all goes according to plan, we all go to sleep.

Last night for whatever reason Bob was creating a ruckus outside our bedroom door and the dogs jumped off no less than three times.  When they finally settled, Delilah was about half-way up the bed and Sampson was sitting next to the bed looking at me.

I scooched over and said, “Come on big boy.”

He jumped up on the bed and took my spot, leaving me curled in the fetal position on about 6 inches of mattress, which is how I spent most of the night.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, I’m just setting the story up for this morning.

Having spent the night either stretched out across my pillows or curled in the fetal position, it was understandable why I wanted to lie in this morning and hit the snooze button a couple of times.

Unfortunately for me as soon as Hubby finished in the kitchen and there was no more chance of getting any food, Delilah came back to bed and promptly started licking the sheet.

“Knock it off,” I told her.

She buried her head under the blanket and licked the sheet.

I got up, covered the sheet and stomped into the closet.

When I came out with my work clothes she was licking the sheet again.

WTF?

I turned on the light and whipped the blanket off.

“Ewww, GROSS!”

It’s not what it looks like.

At first I thought she’d brought some poop into the house to enjoy it on the bed, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be chocolate.

The only thing I can think of is I had a handful of chocolate chips last night and maybe I dropped one and body heat from sleeping melted it to the sheets.

I didn’t notice it, but the “Nose” did.

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