They say people resemble their pets. In fact some do bear a striking resemblance.
I'd have to say physically I don't so much. Except for Ms. Addy. Finally a dog that matches my physique. A little on the roly poly side, but very soft and cuddly. Of course, she's part Labrador. The pointers are sleek and svelte. I was once, for a nanosecond...no wait...that wasn't me. The pointers are athletic and driven. Again...not so much me.
I'd like to have the legs of a dane, the coat of a golden, and the smarts of a poodle. Egads, I just wished to be a poodle! I'd like to swim like a lab, jump like a jack russel and run like a grey hound.
More than likely I run like a basset, jump like an elephant and swim like a cat (only under duress). If anything I have the mirth of the pointers. We always say they have three brain cells and only two work at one time. I have a few more than that and the working ratio is larger. But they are full of life and amusing as all get out. So, if that is how I resemble them, so be it. It would be a complement to be as goofy as Layla, and dignified as Mick. In no particular order. Oh wait, maybe I am.
Life with dogs. A little humor, a dash of play, a seed of faith, and of course, some dog fur.
Monday, March 25, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
When One Door Opens
You are expecting me to say when one door opens...another one closes. This week we're talking doggy doors, so when one opens for Pete's sake go through it.
There has been some reluctance. Layla and Addy were semi-willing participants - particularly when treats were involved. Mick, however, gave me the stink eye and flipped me off. Repeatedly. Now I don't blame him. Skinny opening, unknown destination. Good likelihood of the door will swing shut right behind you. Truthfully, my dogs don't have much experience with little tunnels out of the house, or into the house. I bet we all have fears of new things like this. Fear of the unknown. It doesn't help that Mick is the least treat or toy motivated dog I know.
So we added an incentive. For Mick it's a full bladder. When you really gotta go, you go through scary holes in the wall to the tree's that call beyond. If you gotta go, there is one way out. Luckily he has willing role models. Willing role models and a great need to pee.
So at this point they are going in and out with an assist with the door. Except for one boy who only goes when he really has to. Now Layla and Addy did try to go through simultaneously. In this case there was a will but no freaking way. One skinny pointer and one full figured lab/pointer mix just will not fit, but it was amusing.
So we're learning new things about doors. Good things happen when they open. Pretty soon they'll be going through like steam rollers. Except for Mick, who will still flip me off on his way out.
There has been some reluctance. Layla and Addy were semi-willing participants - particularly when treats were involved. Mick, however, gave me the stink eye and flipped me off. Repeatedly. Now I don't blame him. Skinny opening, unknown destination. Good likelihood of the door will swing shut right behind you. Truthfully, my dogs don't have much experience with little tunnels out of the house, or into the house. I bet we all have fears of new things like this. Fear of the unknown. It doesn't help that Mick is the least treat or toy motivated dog I know.
So we added an incentive. For Mick it's a full bladder. When you really gotta go, you go through scary holes in the wall to the tree's that call beyond. If you gotta go, there is one way out. Luckily he has willing role models. Willing role models and a great need to pee.
So at this point they are going in and out with an assist with the door. Except for one boy who only goes when he really has to. Now Layla and Addy did try to go through simultaneously. In this case there was a will but no freaking way. One skinny pointer and one full figured lab/pointer mix just will not fit, but it was amusing.
So we're learning new things about doors. Good things happen when they open. Pretty soon they'll be going through like steam rollers. Except for Mick, who will still flip me off on his way out.
Monday, March 18, 2013
I have the cutest Dog!
It's true. I have the cutest dog in the world. When I write that, I speak my truth and yours. Because you too have the cutest dog in the world.
It's a case of falling in love your pet. Beauty is in the eye and the heart of the beholder. Now I'm taking this whole "Cutest Pet" thing one step further. I've entered Layla in a cutest pet contest through a regional grocery store. You can go to www.Hy-Vee.com and vote for the cutest pet. Layla can be found under either Nancy or aurora. But there are scads of pets in the contest just sure to melt your heart.
We'd sure appreciate your vote. It's a lofty goal to win a contest like this. It's all about connections, voting and sharing with others who will vote too. You can vote once daily. It's not all about winning, although that would be a hoot. If we were to win we'd donate that year's worth of food to Great Plains Pointer Rescue. It's about trying and having some fun in the process. That pretty much describes Layla - she a process and a whole lot of fun.
It is about celebrating your pet. Something we should take time to do more of. If you have a goofy pointer named Layla, who brings laughs every day, you just can't help thinking she's just the cutest. That gets my vote.
It's a case of falling in love your pet. Beauty is in the eye and the heart of the beholder. Now I'm taking this whole "Cutest Pet" thing one step further. I've entered Layla in a cutest pet contest through a regional grocery store. You can go to www.Hy-Vee.com and vote for the cutest pet. Layla can be found under either Nancy or aurora. But there are scads of pets in the contest just sure to melt your heart.
We'd sure appreciate your vote. It's a lofty goal to win a contest like this. It's all about connections, voting and sharing with others who will vote too. You can vote once daily. It's not all about winning, although that would be a hoot. If we were to win we'd donate that year's worth of food to Great Plains Pointer Rescue. It's about trying and having some fun in the process. That pretty much describes Layla - she a process and a whole lot of fun.
It is about celebrating your pet. Something we should take time to do more of. If you have a goofy pointer named Layla, who brings laughs every day, you just can't help thinking she's just the cutest. That gets my vote.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Like Mother Like Son
I have to admit I have great kids. Sure I'm biased. Having them is my singular greatest accomplishment. Surviving their youth is my second greatest accomplishment. They will remember the part of life that did not include dogs. And the part where I crossed over to the Crazy Dog Lady side. That was 15 foster dogs and 4 resident dogs ago.
It's kinda no surprise my kids love dogs too. I'm tickled pink that my son just got in his first foster dog. Since my daughter is his roommate she's in the fostering business as well. No arms were twisted in this adventure. But his heart was when he saw a scrawny pointer in need.
I hope he falls as deeply in love with his foster dogs as I do mine. I hope he knows the joy of finding them forever homes. I have no doubt he'll experience the surprise puddles and piles that come with fostering. The occasional medical emergencies and the bittersweet pain of letting them go.
In return he will feel the simple pleasures of seeing a dog learn about the good life. The cozy cuddling in a safe lap. The food bowl that meets his daily needs and fills out the dogs bony frame. The gentle hands and warm caresses. My son will get way more than he will ever give this dog named Bo.
To say I'm proud would be an understatement. To say this foster dog is lucky beyond belief is not.
It's kinda no surprise my kids love dogs too. I'm tickled pink that my son just got in his first foster dog. Since my daughter is his roommate she's in the fostering business as well. No arms were twisted in this adventure. But his heart was when he saw a scrawny pointer in need.
I hope he falls as deeply in love with his foster dogs as I do mine. I hope he knows the joy of finding them forever homes. I have no doubt he'll experience the surprise puddles and piles that come with fostering. The occasional medical emergencies and the bittersweet pain of letting them go.
In return he will feel the simple pleasures of seeing a dog learn about the good life. The cozy cuddling in a safe lap. The food bowl that meets his daily needs and fills out the dogs bony frame. The gentle hands and warm caresses. My son will get way more than he will ever give this dog named Bo.
To say I'm proud would be an understatement. To say this foster dog is lucky beyond belief is not.
Monday, March 11, 2013
Funny How You Know...
Funny how you know when something is right for you. And, how you know something is wrong for you, or is just so-so for you. With fosters you know right away if they are ones who tempt you so much you just want to keep them.
Not that I don't love them all. I do. I just don't want to adopt them all. Not even in my wildest dreams. Sometimes you let one go that you should have kept, or get one in you know just is a temporary love. Miss Addy is like that. She is sweet, adorable and we won't regret when that perfect home finds her. Some dogs are just more "dogs" than others. Like some friends are more "friends" than others. Some are really really special.
Okay, so maybe it's a life thing. Certain times our heart is touched more deeply than others. It's all good. We need to explore the depth of our feelings. And then other times we just know. You know?
Not that I don't love them all. I do. I just don't want to adopt them all. Not even in my wildest dreams. Sometimes you let one go that you should have kept, or get one in you know just is a temporary love. Miss Addy is like that. She is sweet, adorable and we won't regret when that perfect home finds her. Some dogs are just more "dogs" than others. Like some friends are more "friends" than others. Some are really really special.
Okay, so maybe it's a life thing. Certain times our heart is touched more deeply than others. It's all good. We need to explore the depth of our feelings. And then other times we just know. You know?
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