Heart Like a Dog

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

It’s Not Spam and I’m Sorry

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So…Saturday night I made a teeny mistake. I was working with my friend Jodi on affiliate links, and trying to show her how much I struggled with them. I was making an example of the what I’d been experiencing and I was trying to show her, and instead of putting the link on a page, so she could test it, I made a blog post.

She immediately saw the error of my ways, and being a good friend, she clearly pointed it out to me.

 

As you can see, I sort of fluffed it off, not really thinking what kind of e-mail ya’ll would get.

Until yesterday morning when I got a direct message from one of my other dear friends.

At this point, two plus two started adding up to four. As you can see I asked her what it said, and this was the response.

So ya’ll, I’m super sorry if I scared any of you, but it’s not spam, and I haven’t (knock on wood) been hacked.

Hopefully this gave you a little chuckle, and helps put your Monday in perspective.

Coyotes, Opossums, and Deer, Oh My!

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There are lots of different wild life in our neighborhood. We’ve seen deer, fox, coyote, turkeys, opossums, and raccoons just to name a few.  Not too far from our house, I even saw a bear!

This little guy was hiding in our yard.

A couple of weeks ago on our afternoon walk, I stopped to pick up after Delilah (siriusly, scoop that poop!) and I suddenly felt like I was being watched.

When I turned around, here’s what I saw.

I think they were on the young side, honestly, I didn’t see the one hiding at first.

My point is, I’ve sort of gotten used to seeing various animals in and around our neighborhood.

But last week, I experienced something I’d never seen before.

It started around 5:00 am, when the alarm went off. I got up, went to shut off the air conditioner (it was warm that night!) and I heard what sounded to me like a toddler talking outside my window.

WTF? I thought, who the hell has their kid outside at this time of morning?

Naturally, I pulled the curtain aside to see if I could figure it out.

That’s when I saw it.

I had to look twice to make sure it was a deer, because from where I was, it looked very large. It was also walking up the middle of the street and looking on both sides of the street.

LOOKING. ON. BOTH. SIDES. OF. THE. STREET.

As I let the curtain fall, I thought I heard that high pitched toddler sound again.

She must be looking for her baby I thought.  I was filled with a sense of wonder at my witness to this occurrence.  I told my Hubby about it as I went about my morning chores.

Sampson and I did our walk, then it was Delilah’s turn. Naturally, Delilah wanted to do her favorite morning walk route, which starts on our street, then moves over one street, loops around and comes back.

I carry lights because it’s dark in the morning, and there are wooded areas where we walk, and I’m a nervous Nellie.

It was as we were getting to our turn around spot, which has no street light, and bypasses a wooded area, when it happened.  I looked up at the house on the corner, and saw what I thought was two little deer statues.

It startled me, and I thought to myself, why the hell do people put animal statues on their lawns that close to the road? As my light fell away, I thought I saw a movement. Did that statue move, I thought?

Hey, cut me some slack, it was ONLY 6:00 AM and I hadn’t had any coffee yet.

I shone my light again, and stared at the statues.

Then the first statue moved and the second one followed and the two little deer ran down the street AWAY from us.

“Hey! You’re going the wrong way!” I shouted after them, “Your mom is back there and she’s looking for you.”

I’m still worried and hope that Mama found her babies.  Does anyone have any idea how deer find each other?

We Make Our Neighbors Laugh

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Once upon a time, we walked our dogs on various trails in and around the towns we lived in.  As of late though, our walks are confined to the park/woods at the top of the street, or on various streets around our neighborhood. It’s become the place where the majority of our adventures take place.

I’m a friendly type of gal, and always wave to and speak to people as we pass. Some of the people around here are friendlier than others, but I think that’s true anywhere.

When I walk the dogs I like to face oncoming traffic. 1) That is what I was taught as a child, 2) if someone isn’t paying attention, or doesn’t see me, I can do my best to avoid THEM, and 3) if someone isn’t paying attention, I want to make sure my terror face stays in their minds forever…;-)

Because of some untrained dogs owned by a number of DADO’s in our ‘hood, we often times have to cross the street and walk with traffic. I try to keep those times short, but sometimes, we do drift along. Mostly the neighborhood doesn’t have a lot of traffic and I try and keep my eyes and ears open.

Last night I was giving Delilah her evening walk. Delilah’s a hoot because you just never know WHAT she’s going to do in any given situation. Not to mention that she will zig when you want to zag, or get her leash tangled, pee on the paint the utility company marks lawns and roads with, roll on a dead worm, kick dirt on you or any number of other things. Siriusly. The list goes on and on.

We were approaching a house where one of our neighbors was watering his lawn. I wave to this guy when I see him, but we seldom have the opportunity to exchange pleasantries. So, we approach his house, and we both wave and he says, “Hello”.

I almost always respond to a hello or hi with, “Hi, how are you?” I was raised to be polite, what can I say?

He was apparently raised the same way I was, because he said, “I’m good, how are you?”

So I said, “I’m great!”

That’s when Delilah squatted and peed in the street.

In. The. Street. Not on the side of the street, no, she was about five to six feet out from the curb.

Piss on it, kick some grass over it and walk away. That’s my motto.

 

I looked at him and sort of shrugged my shoulders and we both laughed, then he said, “Well at least you know she’s not picky where she goes.”

And I responded with “No, she has no problem finding somewhere to pee, in fact, last week, she even pooped in the street. At least it was easy to pick up.”

He was still laughing when we left.

 

 

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