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Paws-itive Empathy

In Dog comfort, Dog communication, Empathy on June 26, 2011 at 7:34 am

I did my part. I comforted Shelley when she cried by looking at her with a question in my eyes, saying, What can I do? What do you need?

Wiggling my way up to her on our bed, I kissed her and licked at her tears. They tasted good, with that yummy salty stuff. I cuddled in close to her side, and she started petting me.

Sniffle, sniffle, I heard.

And then she got out the cell phone thingy (I hate electronic devices because Shelley pays attention to them and not me) and called her mom.

“Do you want to get coffee?” Shelley said.

Sniffle, sniffle, a nose blow (hey, I want that tissue!) and then my bag got packed up and in the car we go to Shelley’s mom’s house. I gave her mom a kiss party (multiple kisses at once as if on repeat) and turned to make sure Shelley didn’t do that sniffling thing. She didn’t.

I got a treat, and then they were gone.

When they get back, I hope Shelley doesn’t cry because, as they say, the grass is greener on this side of the fence (because that’s where I am). Plus it’s sunny.

Shelley just needs to realize that if it doesn’t work out digging one hole, dig another. If you’re barking up the wrong tree, there are other trees out there. And if a tree’s a little shady, find a tree with better character.

To Bark, or Not to Bark

In A keen barker, Loud barks, No is a bad word on June 19, 2011 at 7:37 am

I am the opposite of shy. I am an extroverted, very cute wiener dog. I have a loud bark that I use to draw attention to myself.

“No bark,” Shelley snaps at me.

I bark.

“No bark!”

I grumble, whine and lower my head. I hear voices. Bark, bark, bark!

It’s a battle of wills. I know I’m not supposed to bark because Shelley will get in big trouble from the humane society. She’s already had a visit but she explained her way out of a fine – she said she’s training me not to bark.

But it’s not working. I bark, therefore I am.

Zoey and Her Guest Sophie

In My family on June 12, 2011 at 7:00 am

While Shelley is vacationing in Omaha, I’m staying at Shelley Dad’s house. I like it here, even though it is my second home and not my first.

Basically, when I arrived on Saturday, I moped.

I moped on Sunday and on Monday, too, missing my main human.

But by Tuesday, I settled into my old routine that I have when I stay with grandpa. I go outside all of the time to run around the big backyard and to bother the feral cat, which has four (FOUR!) kittens. But she keeps running whenever I try to say “hello.”

Oh well.

The rest of my routine is napping and following grandpa around in wait of pets.

At the request of Sophie, a teacup toy poodle that Shelley’s visiting, along with her relatives, I’m letting her do some blogging this week. So, here’s Sophie:

Hi, ya’ll. I’m way cute with my black eyes, fluffy gray ears and long legs. I weigh 4.5 pounds and am light and quick.

I don’t like when my humans, Dick and Candy, leave my house. I yip at them, but they go anyway.

When they return, I hear their van pull into the garage and I quiver at the top of the stairs, yelping a high-pitch squeal and barking, bark, bark! They come up the stairs and I spin a couple of circles, demanding that I get my hug and a kiss, plus a treat. Candy shows me two treats, and I tap my paw on the one I want. So I know tricks!

Another thing about me is that I play with three toys: a stuffed Ernie who serves as my boyfriend, my tug toy and something to play fetch. I have a stuffed longhorn and a pink poodle, but they take second place to my first love.

“How many Ernies have you bought?” Shelley asked.

“This is her third one,” Dick said. “And she has another one. We buy them whenever we can find them.”

I don’t have three Ernies. I have one, and he is The One.

As I am The One for Dick and Candy, their toy dog for love and play.

Paws on Poetry

In Dog communication, Finding friends on June 5, 2011 at 8:44 am

I am Miss Greeter, Miss Cute Girl and Princess Zoey.

I have a wag that starts at the tip of my tail and consumes my body into waddling wiggles.

My big, brown eyes are like endless starlit skies, glittering with my joy

At you – man, woman, child, it doesn’t matter – my hope that we will

Connect, your hand rubbing my belly, my jaw, behind my ears.

I squirm away, crawl up your chest to reach your face to kiss, kiss

Your mouth, your nose, your cheek

Any place I can reach.

It’s a trade you see,

Pets for puppy breath,

Sweet like the look you give me,

The sound of your voice rising with the delight

In my being a panting bundle of free