You make me smile (or laugh), the sweet, funny, loving things my dogs do on a daily basis that brings a smile to my face, or a laugh to my lips.
Sampson and Delilah, the way you long for the park, despite the entrance being virtually impassable…
You make me smile.
Your turn, what endearing things do you pups do that make you smile or laugh?
Monday I asked my Facebook followers, “Do you believe dogs experience feelings of love, jealousy, shame, humiliation?“
I had seven responses. Five said YES! One said yes to the first three for sure. The last one said a new book she was reading had her questioning what she knew.
I admit, I had an ulterior motive.
Sunday we posted a photo on Instagram (you can follow us HeartLikeADog) of Delilah wearing her new boots and staring out the window. I captioned it, “Delilah contemplating if the walk is worth the humiliation of wearing boots.”
It’s not, it’s definitely not.
You may remember a few weeks back I picked up some of those disposable rubber balloon like ‘boots.’ While I can see their value (you want to protect a paw that has a sore on it) they aren’t the boots for us. We went through that $20 pack of boots in about 2 weeks.
I needed to find something a little more durable. My friend Mary had a review on boots, but Mary is in the desert and I wasn’t sure exactly how well those boots would stand up to the snowy, salty, chemically Connecticut winter.
Whoops, someone took a dump.
Luckily my friend Tanya who lives in New York put up a photo of her dog wearing boots. I hopped right on the message chat and got the specifics.
I ordered the boots from Chewy and they came in two days.
How hard can this be? I asked myself. They’ve been wearing booties for weeks, I thought.
I put one boot on each of the dogs.
Typical Delilah she tried to bite it off.
Ah, it’s velcro, all I have to do is grab it right here…
Sampson just laid there and pouted.
This isn’t cute, this is cruel.
I left the boot on for a few minutes, then put another one and left that one on for a few minutes, then took them off.
Come walk time I put the boots on the dogs and headed out the door.
Do you see anyone watching us in that direction? I don’t see anyone this way either.
Sampson the little jackass kept kicking his feet and trying to throw the boot. Eventually he won and tossed one of the offending boots into the snow. I picked it up and put it in my pocket. After that, he was fine. I guess it’s like when you get the spins from drinking, as long as one foot touches the floor…
Delilah was a totally different story. She walked sedately beside me. She did not sniff, she did not look around, she did not potty. If I had to say what her mood was, I’d say pissed off.
I figured she either hated the boots or the sound of my giggling voice as I watched them goose-stepping up the street.
When we first started with the balloon boots, Delilah had a similar response. The first day she only walked, the second day she tinkled on the walk and by the third day she was back to her normal, silly self.
I shared this with my mom on Sunday evening as we discussed the dog’s progress with the boots. “Today she tinkled on our walk, she’ll be back to doing her pooping business tomorrow,” I said confidently.
Monday she filed a formal protest and staged a lie in. She allowed me to put the boots on her, but she refused to get off the bed and walk.
I refuse to take one step with these ridiculous things on.
Sampson and I walked alone.
Monday afternoon we still had lots of snow and no real chemicals on the road, so I let them walk without shoes. Tuesday I started her with the boots on her back feet only and she did okay. She walked with a nice loose leash, but she still wouldn’t poop.
Yesterday morning neither one of them wanted to get up for their walk. Hubby said, “Maybe it’s too cold, why not just skip it?”
Why don’t you just head out without us?
Because I got up at 5:45 to walk those stinking dogs and dammit, they’re going to walk! So beginning yesterday morning, they’re both walking with boots only on the back feet.
So given all of that, I’ll ask you. Do you think dogs have feelings?
About six weeks ago, Maggie from Oh My Dog posted a link on Facebook to her blog post. The post was about poop.
In the comments I said, “Poop makes the best posts.”
And she responded, “They do make the best posts!” (Or something close to that.)
I don’t know about you, but I get the best comments when I post about poop. Seriously, the comments are the absolute best.
Another poop post? When will you grow up?
I have a theory about why that is.
Wanna hear it? Of course you do, you wouldn’t still be reading if you didn’t.
The reason poop posts make the best posts is simple.
Everybody poops. Everybody’s dog poops. It’s something we all have in common and therefore we can all relate to it.
I can tell you a story about Delilah and how she climbed up to get a hamburger bun out of the sink, and you will laugh, because it is funny.
EXCEPT… if you’ve never had a counter surfer (or a dog large enough to reach the sink) you will find it amusing, but not relatable.
BUT every one of you has a poop story. Whether it’s your own, or your dogs, you have a story. Every. Single. One. Of. You.
I can tell you, that right now we have a lot of snow and more came yesterday. It is piled up close to four feet high on the sides of the road. This means there is no where for the dogs to poop on our walks, so they have to poop in the street.
Holy woof, do you think we’ll have to wait til’ spring to find a place to poop?
Now many of you don’t have snow, don’t walk in snow and there may even be some of you who have never seen snow. BUT you can still relate because odds are, if you have a dog, that dog has in fact pooped somewhere it shouldn’t have.
So when I share with you about the time I didn’t judge the ‘grab’ and I ended up with a wee bit of poo on the tip of my finger, you can understand that even though I wiped it on grass, I knew that shit touched my finger and I fixated on it the entire walk, until I finally got home and could wash my hands.
Or the time the only bag I had split and I was able to mickey rig it together, but searched every paper box we passed for a plastic bag I could commandeer, to ensure my ‘treasure’ didn’t get lost on the way home.
Um, there also might have been a time I was walking the dogs and went to pick up a poop and dropped it on my foot. My foot that was in open toed sandals. I dropped the poop on my toe, and immediately flicked my foot like the turd was a hacky sack. I opened my mouth and squealed.
Good thing I’m not good with the hacky sack, that could have been a whole different poop story.
I bet you have your own awesome poop stories. I’d love for you to share them in the comments.
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