Someone in this household needs to work on her manners. Wait. What? You thought we were going to talk about me? Okay, sure my manners could be brushed up on. Let’s face it, the majority of us can brush up on our manners.
But enough of that, we are talking about th four-footed one. She really needs to work on her manners. She chews with her mouth open, interrupts when someone else is talking with whining. Oh…no I mean yes she does those things, but that’s not what I’m complaining about.
She currently is running under the assumption that she owns the entire sidewalk and woe to anyone else who happens to be on what she considers to be hers. She will bark at you. If she is on a leash when Beloved is walking her she will try and lunge at the other person. (She tried that with me twice and that was it.) Beloved can’t understand why she doesn’t behave he same way with him as she does when she is with me.
She does need to work on her listening skills in general as she’s as apt to ignore a sit command as she is to follow it. I’d like to think it’s a manners thing rather than an owner thing, but of course it will be an owner thing. It always is.
And then there is this need to spray people with water right after she has had a drink. This is new by the way. We never used to spray people with. We used to drink and politely let the water dribble off our chin/beard. But now we spray people. Liberally. With water from our water dish.
You see manners are lacking. If we want to take her out in public we must work on manners. Otherwise she will never get out with us. On the other hand, Beloved seems to enjoy whole sidewalks to himself as well as patios at th coffee shops.
We had a small accident in the house today. Someone, who shall remain nameless, decided to do a lot of laundry. This same person, who sorted the laundry into piles of white, cream, pale colors, dark brown, dark blue, greens, yellows, blacks and greys plus I’m sure more piles also decided to leave the cap loosely on the detergent. This person claimed it was for ease while doing the laundry.
That same person, still remaining nameless, seems to have forgotten about the curious whirlwind that is known as the four-footed one, and how nothing is safe from her. Needless to say each pile of carefully sorted clothing was thoroughly investigated and rolled upon. At some point during a vigorous rolling session the detergent got knocked over.
And being a curious girl, the four-footed one naturally checked out this blue, different smelling liquid. She did not lick it or eat the detergent, she simply rolled in it and spread the stuff all throughout the room. And all through her fur. Once she had thoroughly coated herself she came to find us.
With pride and much joy she took us down to the laundry room to show us her latest art work. The person who left the cap off the detergent had to clean up the mess while the other person struggled to bathe the bundle of curiosity. Suds in th bucket indeed!
There is something magical in those days before the shift from one season to another. Sometimes it is the bubbling sense of relief as you come out of one season and look into the upcoming one with hope and wild intentions. Sometimes it is with a touch of sadness or longing as you peer into the next season, feeling as if you never got to really enjoy the one that is now leaving.
This morning, as the four-footed one and I were out on our ramble, I felt the touch of fall in the air. A coolness and sharpness to the air went along with the full apple trees and suddenly all grown up rabbits. Summer is sliding quickly away now, the heat of the day’s slowly slipping into a cooler time.
I’m not really ready for fall yet, I decided as we walked past someone’s incredible flowerbeds. The flowers standing out as bright, brash colorful splotches against the dulling grass, now more golden than green. It isn’t just the colors that I will miss as summer disappears. I will miss the whispered warmth of the sun trying to kiss my skin while I dance back to the shade. I will miss the incredible birdsong that greets me in the morning.
Yes the fall, at least around here, will have its own burgeoning colors. The trees shall be wrapped in gold, orange or red before the leaves finally fall to the ground below. And then the trees, their bare limbs waving in the cold wind, will act as a reminder that we are heading into the barren and dead time of winter.
The four-footed one though seems to enjoy these moments when we hang between two seasons, neither too hot nor too cold. She finds new smells, new friends to make and each familiar place has acquired something a little different. She bounces into each day with enthusiasm and joy. She fears not letting go of one season for another, instead she lets each moment be a whole new adventure. Today’s adventure for her wasn’t the weather, it was discovering fallen apples in places where she could sample them with ease. And sample them she did!
When I was younger, I always wanted to be woken up by a wiggly puppy. It never happened, mostly on account of my mother’s insistence that pets sleep in pet beds only. As an adult, well let’s just say I make my own rules. 😉
Okay so the truth. I like to believe I make my own rules. Reality is a little different because the four-footed one refuses to follow the rules. She makes up her own rules as she goes. And so this morning while I got my childhood wish of being woken up by a wiggly puppy, it wasn’t exactly what I wanted. You see she didn’t exactly wake me up nicely, instead she jumped on me and proceeded to bark. Loudly. Right in my ear.
Now today was not an easy moving day for me. Lupus has made my joints feel all stuff and stuck in one position which means getting out of bed was a little more challenging than normal. The four-footed one did not care. She wanted me up and out bed, so she decided to help.
She tried to play the blankets off and when that isn’t work she tried to steal my pillow. All the while barking loudly. And when I was finally up, she promptly went and curled up in a patch of sunlight on the floor! I guess the lesson here is if you never have the dog on yo bed to begin with you wont be woken up to watch the dog find a spot on the floor to rest on once you’ve gotten out of your bed!
My four-footed companion has a taste for berries. This time of year it happens to be raspberries. Earlier she was all about the strawberries. She will also eat blueberries a d blackberries with much joy. Mind you this is the same companion that happily consumes cherries, apples, watermelon and honeydew. Now before you get upset, she only get the tiniest of portions if any from me.
The problem lies at the end of the neighbor’s garden. This is where the berries grow and where the cherries fell off the tree. Not that she goes into the garden, but some tasty morsels of delicious fruit always are outside the fence. And it is outside the fence that she samples on these delicious bits.
I had no clue she knew how to pick a berry or knowing how to pick a ripe one while leaving unripe ones to ripen up. I certainly never taught her so I shall assume it is in her nature. And since dogs aren’t pure carnivores it makes sense.
She also only takes two berries a day, never more and never less. And since the raspberries are towards the end of their season with apples now starting to fall from the tree I’m sure this is what she will try to sample next. Will she know enough not to eat the seeds or will she at least swallow them whole?
While we can learn a great deal through experimentation, this is not an area I am for this practice. Much like I’m sure I did as a child, the four-footed one bristles at my efforts to prevent her from harm. For now she is safe and satisfied with raspberries.
A strange has been happening each night for the past few weeks. My bed has been taken over by an unseen force. No I’m not talking about Beloved’s “bubble zone” that allows him more personal space.
Pit appears that a rather large yet unseen entity takes over the bed around midnight. It starts by making its presence known in the middle of the bed and it slowly pushes us both out to our respective sides of the bed. When we go to look, the only thing in the Center of the bed is the four-footed one. And it can’t be her because she’s curled up in a small little bundle, eyes closed and settled in for her sleep.
Once we shut off the lights again and just start drifting off to sleep this entity is back pushing and clawing at each of us as it demands more space. Frankly we have been stumped as to what was going on so Beloved set up a camera to record what was happening. Unfortunately the footage wasn’t ideal for us to see the middle of the bed.
Plan B was for one of us to stay awake and watch from elsewhere in the room. The one of us who stayed awake was me, in a chair at the window. I couldn’t sleep anyway with the pain I was experiencing, but it wasn’t enough to take my medications. I tell you this because I want you to know that I was not under the influence of anything.
You see dear friends the strange thing happening on our bed each night turns out to be a small little dog. Yes it is in fact our four-footed one. You’d almost think that at night she magical turns into the size and weight of a small pony while during the day she is a small-sized dog. When we move or sit up she curls up in the center and pretends to be sleeping. This dog is able to command most of the space on a king sized bed each night as a way of ensuring she has a good nights rest while we struggle to stay in our own bed!
The four-footed one has been watching a cat closely now for weeks. The cat is someone’s pet given the collar it wears. It also seems to be able to roam freely throughout the neighbourhood. Cleary its owners know it wants to go after birds and thus it wears a loud bell on its collar.
The four-footed is fascinated by this all. Well in all fairness I suspect what she finds fascinating is the freedom is cat has for it is not attached to a leash. Oh no, this cat is under someone else’s authority. This cat is a cat of the world, or at least neighbourhood.
This morning when the cat came by she did her usual growl and bark. After that she settled down to watch the cat carry on doing whatever it is that cats do. She didn’t make a sound as she watched the cat, which seemed to be studying a young bird. When the bird landed near the cat, the four-footed one started barking her head off. It was as if she was warning the bird about the cat, which was sitting quietly and waiting.
The bird flew off and I swear the cat glared at the very window when my four-footed companion was. I wonder when and if the cat will realize even if no dog barks, it isn’t getting a bird, not with a loud bell on it. A loud bell that rings with the slightest movement of the cat.