8 Comments

AN INDOOR DAY


Charlie is playing host to Max, our grandson’s dog. I guess that makes him our Great-Granddog. Max is a gentle white French Bulldog of impeccable manners. Some people worry about how resident and visiting dogs will get along. I assume the dogs will figure it out for themselves. This I learned early from my father, a great animal lover and superior trainer. We often had both dogs and cats which he brought home, and after a period of time during which the animal’s name was change from something cute and sensible to whatever funny name my father chose, they all got along; even the cats and dogs.

These two spend a lot of time lifting legs on each tree in the yard. They follow each other and as one leg drops back to the ground the other dog’s leg makes his own mark. Pretty soon they will decide who owns which tree.

A few weeks ago we celebrated our 70th anniversary, and as is our custom, we treated Charlie to a visit at the local canine hotel during the festivities. A Jack Russell Terrier can sometimes be overwhelming in his appreciation for the company of guests. On one such occasion while entertaining a couple of ladies at lunch, Charlie was closed into another room and protested loud and long. Dr. Advice felt sorry for him and let him join the party. It was a disastrous mistake because Charlie, in his mad race to join in, leaped over the coffee table and snacks and into the laps of non-dog-owning friends. I use the term advisedly because in spite of his ill manners, they still invite me on occasion.

Our grandson brought Max to the anniversary party, where he made a great hit with everyone. Max made himself right at home rummaging through Charlie’s toy box and cadging bites from enchanted guests. He spent a great deal of time sitting at the side of the buffet table gazing longingly at the food. Like some people, some dogs are more food oriented than others. Charlie will do anything for a treat, and we once had a dog who would sell his soul for a bit of cheese.

Lately I have been reading about the dangers of various foods for our pets. With Halloween coming, people need to be especially careful of the candy which is such a big part of Halloween festivity. A former neighbor had a large yellow Lab who would eat anything and hopefully in large quantities. He upended a big bowl of chocolate candy which is toxic to dogs, and ate the entire contents. A trip to the local vet left him none the worse for wear, so you never know about the mysteries of a Labrador’s stomach.

Max is a San Francisco dog, and as such, he has more elite qualities than a suburban dog. He was trained by Cesar Millan, the celebrity dog trainer, and even has had his own blog. We hope he can transfer some of his good qualities to Charlie. It’s rather like having your children play with a nicer class of children in hopes of some of their good qualities rubbing off on your own offspring.

Advertisements

8 comments on “AN INDOOR DAY

  1. Yes, that leg lifting has always fascinated me too. Each time we take Milo for a walk, the first ten minutes or so and almost at every five metres he will lift his tail. He then gives us that look; ‘don’t you dare and drag me along.’

    He now puts on such a performance at booking him at the dog hotel we simply don’t go on extended holidays and now prefer to let him stay at home for a quick night out with back door left open so he can come and go as he likes.

    He is getting more and more in charge of us and it would not surprise us if he is planning to dump us at some stage in a boot camp to teach recalcitrant dog owners a good lesson. We are at our wits end.

    Like

    • I once had a friend with the name of Winston. When I asked his name his wife said “For the first 6 months he thought it was “God dammit!” which told me that Winston was in charge. Charlie has perfected ‘the look’ as well. Disturbing to think that something weighing only 20 something pounds can put us into such a state.

      Like

  2. What a fun blog, Kayti, filled with dog wisdom! Glad to see Gerard commenting as well. I feel like I know Milo. We just spent the evening being entertained by my sister’s dog. There is no doubt about who is in control. Dogs certainly have a way of winning people over. –Curt

    Like

  3. I have a feeling that, were cats able to lift their legs, mine would choose to do so on me when I get back home. I’ve seen a recent photo of her, still living under the bed. She doesn’t look pleased.

    It is fascinating to watch dogs socialize — and to see how intent they can be on carrying out other roles. As I was turning around in yet another driveway in the middle of who-knows-where, two guard dogs came rushing out to drive away the intruder. Both were dachsunds, both clearly were aged, and both were quite overweight. No matter. As humorous as they looked, I wasn’t about to challenge them.

    I think I’d get along famously with your dogs, though — although I would have fought that one for the cheese.

    Like

    • Yes, dachsies can be fearsome. Those little brains can plan all sorts of unpleasant things. My daughter made her first cake at the age of 11, and Hilda, an aging dachshund, removed it from the table and ate the entire thing. She was a sneaky girl, (the dog not the daughter) and would hide behind chairs with something she had stolen. Nevertheless, she lived to a ripe old age and went on many camping and backpacking trips. A rugged little girl.

      Like

  4. Lovely 🙂 Perhaps your Charlie will teach Max some of his suburban tricks!

    Like

Thanks for reading. Please leave a comment.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: