I can’t believe that it snowed a few days ago. On March 24th, we got 6 inches of snow! Unbelievable. Dickens’ was in heaven as winter is his favorite time of year! But let’s be clear, SNOW is the main attraction. After a good run today it will be my job to pull the ice balls out from between his toes, until he is ready for another run tomorrow. I am happy to oblige!
I never thought that my nearly 10 year old English Springer Spaniel, Dickens would become a whiner! He whines when he is hungry, when he has to go out, when he wants me to look at him after I’ve been on the computer too long, he whines when he wants up on my lap or he wants to go upstairs to bed. It is endless the times he whines on any given day. OH… and the new sound is the MOAN! He moans now too. I think he got that from his brother Eddy. Eddy looks at me and moans like he is asking me a question. So Dickens lies on the couch and moans too. I think I am going to join him and sigh.
Dickens has me wrapped around his paw. At nine years old he has now decided that he only eats when he wants to. But he forgets that I have a rule in my house that if one of my dogs doesn’t eat breakfast or dinner within 10 minutes the bowl gets picked up off the floor until the next meal. So Dickens has been snubbing his nose at his meals lately. He will eat but I have to trick him into it, literally!
So now the new routine is to give him a chance to eat it, but when he walks away pick the bowl up, then hand feed him from his bowl some kibble, which he promptly spits out. I then ask him to sit or to lie down and repeat the exercise. Each time I ask for a different cue and each time he does it, he then eats some more kibble. This only lasts a couple of minutes before I replace his bowl and he returns to it to finish his meal.
I find this interesting because when Dickens was a young adult he would not eat a meal until after I had eaten. Not because I hadn’t fed him, but apparently it was because I was the head of the household. He occasionally will still do this. My other dog, Eddie does not recognize this concept at all. He has very little restraint at mealtime and has to be repeatedly reminded to ‘leave it’ or ‘wait’ until he is released to eat his meal.
When I was young we didn’t have dogs. I lived in the northwest where a steady rain would fall. Now that I live in the Midwest I realize why my parents only let us have cats for pets.
My dogs do like to run in and out of the house whenever it rains and I have no choice but to let them. I mean what kind of mother would I be if I spoiled their fun? I was initially one of those mothers who diligently wiped their paws as they came in the door each time, until I threw my back out from bending over too much. Those days are over as I have figured out, that most of the time the mud will dry and I can vacuum it up at my leisure.
As my dogs and I have gotten older they and I are more reluctant to go outside in the first place. So now more often the retractable leash comes out and I stand on the stoop, just enough to give the impression that I am braving the elements with them before they run back inside where it is dry.
My dogs bark at everything. They bark at the leaves falling off the tree in autumn, a bird in the tree or the cat scratching in the litter box. They rarely bark at other dogs when we are on a walk because they are more interested in what they are smelling in the air or on the ground. But ‘OH’ should they see one walk past our house it is a federal crime! But then there is Lassie, the dog in black and white.
Every weekday morning at 9:00 am. my dogs and I anticipate the series ‘Lassie’, that I grew up watching on TV in the 1950’s. Dickens will be in bed or on the sofa, Eddie will be directly in front of the TV, as we wait for the tell-tale Collie bark that is in the opening title and tells us it is time for ‘Lassie’ to begin. This is the only dog show that, Eddie my younger dog, will not bark during. But it was something that had to be trained out of him as his instinct told him to tell Lassie off!
‘Leave it’ is a powerful cue when a dog knows what it means, and this is the cue that I used in teaching Eddie not to bark at the Lassie. Many were tried before like; friend… TV…. quiet…. that’s enough… and these sometimes escalated in tone but to no avail! Having used ‘leave it’ and ‘friend’ in the past, the former proved to be the most effective. Yea! So now if a dog barks on TV, I say ‘Lassie’ and Eddie stops barking. Funny how that works! Dog training is fun.
I learn so much from watching my dogs and cats sleep. Dickens, my Springer Spaniel, is dozing on his cushion across from me, with one eye open he watches the cat, Cinder, walk across the room to investigate a piece of straw on the floor. Dicken’s brother Eddie then gets up to also investigate which makes the cat immediately lose interest. At 9 year’s old, Dicken’s eyes are the only part of him that has moved.
Yesterday I found it humorous when Dickens started to growl and then barked in his sleep. He was lying next to me in bed with his back to me when he started to growl. At first I thought he was awake, but then realized that he was dreaming. Then he suddenly barked and woke himself up! Have to wonder what he was dreaming about.
Happy Mother’s Day to me!
Everyone needs two alarm clocks. One that has blaring music or a loud bleep, that you need to get out of bed to get to and one who wakes you up an hour later, when you are REALLY late, with a quiet meow in your ear!