Heart Like a Dog

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

Whoops Where’s Delilah?

By

I’m very spoiled by the area where I walk the dogs.  I mean minus the spider webs, how can you beat the beauty of the woods?

There’s something about the serenity of the woods that can’t help but bring peace to your soul.  When you add your two favorites pups to the beauty, well it’s like a double rainbow.

There’s one spot with a really large rock.  I’ve never really let the dogs explore the rock before partly because we’ve been so caught up in the beauty of our woods and partly because, well the dogs have never really shown any interest in it.

A few weeks ago I decided it would be a perfect place to take a picture and so I encouraged the dogs to climb to the top of the rock and wait while I framed a shot.

You want us to stay up here mom?

 

After I snapped this shot, I thought I should step back a bit farther, just so you could get a good idea of how high the rock actually is.    Without turning around I began moving backward.  That’s when my mountain goat Delilah decided I might be heading somewhere more interesting.

She actually ran about two feet down the rock and jumped the rest of the way!  You really can’t tell the height in the photo but if I were to guess, I’d say it’s at least 12 to 15 feet high.

Her daring never ceases to amaze me, as well as keep my heart beating fast!  Are there things your dogs do that make you gasp?

Welcome to the Monday Mischief Blog Hop hosted by Snoopy’s Dog Blog, Alfie’s Blog, Luna and Cinder and My Brown Newfies.

 

What Are The Odds?

By

Are you a gambler? 

I’m not a very good one, although I do admit I love to play the slot machines whenever I get the opportunity. 

I’m a fairly predictable gambler though.  I put $20 in the machine and when the money is gone, I’m done.  If I happen to win, I cash out, put the original $20 back in the machine and play again.  

I don’t understand sports statistics, handicaps and how bookies figure out odds. 

I do know however, that if the Vegas bookies were hosting an event in my neck of the woods and they actually went as far as to bet on certain events happening on one of Sampson, Delilah and my walks, somebody, somewhere would be making money.

We’re a sure bet.

 

These results are based on a three-month period.  if you were a gambling person and had bet on one of these events, the payoff would have been something like this:

The odds that your dog squats to poop and you try to maneuver the leash so as not to get poop on it and during your manipulation, the leash swings across your dog’s butt just as that little brown friend pops its head out? 1 chance out of 90.

The odds that a spider having the option of building a web at any height between two forty (plus) foot trees, will build at face height, so it brushes across your mouth or face as you walk through it? 75 chances out of 90.

A dog who cannot cover her poop with dirt from twenty feet away, can manage to get dirt in your face, as you bend down to pick up that poop? 2 chances out of 90.

That the same dog, (still covering poop) can manage to get dirt anywhere on you or the other dog you are walking with? 6 chances out of 90.

Get your face out of there woman, I’m on a mission!

 

You bend down to wipe a leaf off your dog’s face and it’s really part of a spider web that sticks to your fingers and freaks you out? 1 chance out of 90.

Yes dear friends, all of the above have happened to me (some more frequently than others) on one of our recent walks.

If you were a betting soul and had bet on one of our walks, you’d be sitting pretty right now. 🙂

What types of things could you bet on during one of your walks?

My Dog is NOT a Cutter

By

When Sampson first presented with what we thought was a lick granuloma, I couldn’t contain myself.

I googled lick granuloma.  Among all the other information provided by Wikipedia the line that jumped out at me was Lick granuloma is a form of self-trauma.

The hair on my body stood on end, my heart dropped into my stomach and my mind screamed, my dog’s a cutter.

Then I thought, oh my God, my neurosis has worn off on the dog.  I’ve made my dog nuts.

A small, sane portion of my head said, wait a minute.  There have been no major changes in your life, no changes to their schedules, why would he lose his milk bones now?

I took a deep breath and decided that Wikipedia is not my friend and I did more research. I found out there can be underlying causes to make a dog lick, one of which is pain. 

I had to face the reality that Sampson is eight years old and it is not out of the realm of possibility that he could have the beginnings of arthritis in his joints.

As you know, I did try treating him at home but that did not stop the licking so off he went to the vet where he was diagnosed with a soft tissue injury.

He has been on medication for the injury and he is definitely feeling better, but I learned a valuable lesson about diagnosing my dog and trying to treat him at home.

Note to self, my dog is smart, when he calls attention to an area of his body, it is my responsibility to make sure he gets the help he needs.

A dog this cool, is NOT a cutter.

What choo lookin’ at?

What types of things does your dog tell you?  And do you read the signs or are you like me and kind of slow on the uptake? 

P.S. I’ve been trying to listen to the gentle signs provided to me by the universe.  Last night God screamed at me, Get off the computer and clean your house. 
My laptop is on the fritz.  So please bear with me if I’m slow in responding to your comments or not as active on your blogs.  I’ll be doing my best to keep up, but I have to share Hubby’s computer with him. 🙂
Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...