Random Dog Thots

I'm proud to report that Sidney somehow overcame his crate phobia. Yesterday when I finished my 'get ready for work' routine he went downstairs and was waiting in his crate. The God's of Dog Karma must have answered my prayers.

He also crawled in bed with us last night and Reno pulled the covers up over his head. I was waiting for the scrambling to begin, as this boy is generally afraid of everything first time it happens. I waited, certain an pointer possessed would begin failing any moment. I visualized frantic paws on bare skin, and yes, I thought Reno - you've really done it this time. But, and there is always a but, Sid just laid there like it was an every day ho-hum experience. Of course, an experience all good dogs of his stature should enjoy. Ahhh, life is bliss. And for a while it was. Until, naturally, Sid farted. He was escorted from the family bed post haste. I'm thinking I must be very careful to never bring disgrace upon myself like that, or I'll be joining Sidney on the sofa.

On another whole thought - I read the coolest obituary the other day. It's probably a little weird to admit to having obituary envy, but owning it is the first step. Reno's Mom sent an obit for him to read as it was for a member of a family he knew. I have not personally met any of this family. But the deceased was a woman after my own heart. She was a member of the Nevada Humane Society, Reno Animal Services, as well as a member of a pet therapy group. Her obit said "Her car always had extra food, hay, leashes and water in case she found an animal in need". Not unlike my car. She encouraged people to adopt an older dog, like her beloved Sugar. Kobe gave 4 paws up to that one. Older dogs rock. Thus, I have this envy and kinship with a woman I have never met. And yes, her obit had a photo of her with her beloved Sugar.

In a doggy dog world - it doesn't get any better than that.