Friday, October 14, 2011
I Heart My Dogs Because...
On a forum I frequent, someone asked, in the pets section, for all of us to answer why we love our dogs. Here is mine:
Because…
She cracks me up with her mischievous ways, her intelligence and her sense of humor. Yes, she has quite the sense of humor. I can tell when she’s laughing because she will bow her head down and then quickly back up and come flying over to me. And she’s quick. So quick to pick up a new trick or command. I can teach her almost anything and in a matter of seconds, she knows what I’m asking her to do. She makes me look like a genius dog trainer.
He is so loyal. So dang loyal. When I first got him, (they were found), and I was raising them and he chewed everything in sight, (my couch, the couch pillows, my bed, the bedding, the cupboards in the kitchen, the carpet, his dog beds, my shoes, more shoes, my socks, my chair legs, his leash, her leash, the a/c adapter for my laptop, my remote control, my computer mouse, books, some money.....), I got a little upset and yelled at him pretty badly. (I know...very wrong thing to do...yah, I lost it...stupid.) Despite that, even though I carry the guilt around to this day, he is still loyal and lets the past stay in the past, doesn’t hold a grudge, doesn’t keep points, doesn’t dwell on it.
She is so happy to see me when I come home. Despite over a year of training, several different methods, not to jump on me, she’s too excited and it’s the only thing she does wrong so forget it, let her jump. And she jumps and wants to be as close as doggily possible to me, she’s just so dang excited about it all.
He is so eager to please. He thrives and lives to please. He’s not the brightest dog I’ve ever had, it takes him forever to learn anything, if at all, (a whole year and he still doesn’t get “shake"), but damn if that dog doesn’t try as hard as he can to do exactly what I’m asking. Even if he doesn’t get it, you can see him trying so very hard to please and gets a look on his face that says, “Ha! How about that! You like that? Did I do it right!?”
She’s a little instigator. She hardly ever barks but when they are outside, she begs him to chase her. And if she thinks he’s not chasing her enough, she’ll get in to a play posture and bark at him. And then it’s like watching Pepe LaPue and the cat. She’s Pepe and he’s the cat. She prances around the yard while he goes full out, trying to catch her. Prance, prance, prance vs giving it all I got, full steam ahead, run, run, run, run, run....he eventually collapses to the ground, exhausted. Her? Laughing at him, bark, let’s go! I think of this cartoon every single time they play outside.
He is just so dang happy to be alive. Every single thing is an adventure to him. “zOMG! We’re going in to the next room! Road Trip! Hurray!!!!”
She is little. She’s 24 pounds. She’s so little to me. I can still pick her up and carry her around and she loves it. She still looks like a puppy. She is adorable.
He is medium, perfect size, 46 pounds. He is the type of dog that will do anything and is about the right size to do anything. I can pick him up but I don’t carry him around. And he can look and act very intimidating if the need arises.
They are brother and sister. They were thrown out of a car in to traffic in Miami in August of 2010 when they were 3 1/2 months old. I saved them. They don’t remember, but I do. And I look at them and wonder how on earth could someone be so disgusting and heartless as to do that to little puppies. (There was another, it got hit and killed before I found these two.) They still have some fears of fast moving cars as we walk down sidewalks but other than that, the past remains in the past, as I said earlier.
But I look at them, in to their deep, dark brown eyes, look at their gorgeous black fur, look at their little feet, look at their little heads, look at their little dog smiles and I am overcome with love for them. I’m so glad that they don’t remember but I will never forget. I would love them anyway but knowing how they were tossed out like garbage, abandoned without a care if they survived or not, makes me love them that much more.
Damn, now I gotta go hug those two miscreants.
