I just could not figure out what Buddy thought she needed. She'd had dinner. She'd already been out, multiple times. She had, in fact, just come back in.
She didn't appear to be in physical distress, although she did appear frustrated that I didn't understand what she was trying to tell me.
It's not as if I had any food I was eating, that she wanted me to share, because I, too, had finished dinner and I had no snacks on my desk.
Except, I finally realized, I hadn't finished my dinner. I had set aside the last few bites and I had forgotten about them.
Buddy, of course, knew and was quite insistent that my dinner be finished.
Like a mom.
Granted, unlike a mom, her preference was that I give her my dinner to finish (although, my finishing it myself would also have satisfied her). So, I took a couple more bites of it, and gave her the last couple of bites.
Dinner finally finished. Buddy satisfied.
(Written 12-13-2011)
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Last night, we ended up not taking our daily walk before dark. I really wasn't feeling up to taking a walk, at all, and especially not in the cold and snowy dark. But, I was determined that we'd at least take a short walk.
However, after one round (literally, around our teeny tiny neighborhood). Buddy took me home.
I thought she'd at least want to go another round, that she was just temporarily following a scent, but, no, she took me right to the door and stood to the side so I could open it for her.
Like a mom.
Well, maybe not, but it was sweet and thoughtful. Unusual, too. Buddy loves her walks. They are her favorite part of the day and she looks forward to them each day.
Good thing, too. I wasn't exaggerating when I said I didn't feel well. I spent the rest of the evening collapsed on the loveseat. Buddy and The Cat took turns keeping me company.
(Written 12-13-2011)
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If I have something on the stove, and I don't check it for a while, Buddy will remind me to check it.
Like a mom.
She did that with broth, the last time I made it.
She got my attention. I went to the kitchen, and stirred the broth.
She was satisfied that I hadn't forgotten it.
She does that if I go sit down for too long while her dinner is on the stove, too.
She's such a good girl.
A good, smart, girl who prefers that I don't burn the food.
(Written 11-28-2011)
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Guess What I Found Under The Wood Stove!
No, not Buddy...
I thought I saw one of Buddy's socks* under the wood stove.
So, I put my foot on the sock to pull it out from under the stove.
Except, it wasn't a sock.
It was The Cat's paw.
And she moved her paw when I put my foot on it.
That startled me, so I shrieked.
Buddy came out (she had been asleep in the bedroom) to check on me.
If I haven't mentioned it before, the cat's new bad habit is sleeping under the wood stove.
Usually, though, she waits until we've all gone to bed to do it.
*Yes, Buddy has socks. Not to wear, to play with. Our holey socks that I have given her, that we keep in her toy box. Yes, she has a plastic container that we call her toy box, that we put her toys in when she's not playing with them.
Written 11-29-2011
I thought I saw one of Buddy's socks* under the wood stove.
So, I put my foot on the sock to pull it out from under the stove.
Except, it wasn't a sock.
It was The Cat's paw.
And she moved her paw when I put my foot on it.
That startled me, so I shrieked.
Buddy came out (she had been asleep in the bedroom) to check on me.
If I haven't mentioned it before, the cat's new bad habit is sleeping under the wood stove.
Usually, though, she waits until we've all gone to bed to do it.
*Yes, Buddy has socks. Not to wear, to play with. Our holey socks that I have given her, that we keep in her toy box. Yes, she has a plastic container that we call her toy box, that we put her toys in when she's not playing with them.
Written 11-29-2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
Some People...Some Dogs.
You know how some people, if you disagree with them, just think you didn't understand what they said, because, surely, if you understood, you'd agree with them?
Right?
Buddy is the doggie version of those people.
If I'm not doing what she thinks I need to be doing, or if I'm not giving her what she thinks she needs, she decides it's because I must not understand what I should be doing, or what she needs.
She thinks if she can just communicate to me what she needs, I'll do what she needs me to do...So she keeps trying...
Written 11-29-2011
Right?
Buddy is the doggie version of those people.
If I'm not doing what she thinks I need to be doing, or if I'm not giving her what she thinks she needs, she decides it's because I must not understand what I should be doing, or what she needs.
She thinks if she can just communicate to me what she needs, I'll do what she needs me to do...So she keeps trying...
Written 11-29-2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
If You Knew What Happened In My House, On Saturday Morning...
You might think Buddy is picky, and spoiled.
But, I may not admit that you may be right.
I gave Buddy her usual breakfast.* But, I had forgotten about it while it was cooling, so it was actually cold by the time I gave it to her.
She poked her nose into the bowl and walked away.
I thought, at first, that she didn't want it because it was cold. I was a little surprised, but apologetic.
Then I realized that I had forgotten the cheese.
Once I grated a little bit of cheese into her bowl, she happily ate her cold breakfast.
*Buddy's usual breakfast is scrambled eggs with peas, and a little cheese. Obviously, the cheese is the most important ingredient.
Written 12-10-2011
But, I may not admit that you may be right.
I gave Buddy her usual breakfast.* But, I had forgotten about it while it was cooling, so it was actually cold by the time I gave it to her.
She poked her nose into the bowl and walked away.
I thought, at first, that she didn't want it because it was cold. I was a little surprised, but apologetic.
Then I realized that I had forgotten the cheese.
Once I grated a little bit of cheese into her bowl, she happily ate her cold breakfast.
*Buddy's usual breakfast is scrambled eggs with peas, and a little cheese. Obviously, the cheese is the most important ingredient.
Written 12-10-2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Fake, Decorative, Spiders Good Enough to Fool The Dog!
I kid you not.
One year, my dd made fake decorative spiders, probably for Halloween, or just to torture me, since I have a lifelong fear of spiders.
Who knew that dark brown pipe cleaners and wooden beads could be combined to form a spider that actually looks realistic from the correct angle, and feels realistic if you're not expecting it, too?
Well, we didn't take the best care of those spiders, but there are still a few to be found around the house, when one least expects to find one.
Just like a real spider!
They've been fooling me for years now.
I'll go to pull a book off a shelf and brush a "spider."
However, now there's a new twist.
Buddy found one.
She took it to her bed in the corner of the dining room, where she keeps her special real bone that we bought her a long time ago, and she appreciated it so much that she saved it, and saved it, and saved it, and a plush squeaky toy.
Apparently the plush squeaky toy brought out some sort of mothering instinct (like the plush eggs she went broody on) because all she does is keep it on her bed and lick it every once in a while.
The "spider" joined this collection of treasures. But, before she put it with them, she played with it, just like she does with real spiders (yes, if you touch it just right, it moves a little bit like a real spider, these things are practically amazing, surprisingly enough).
So, a fake spider that can fool a smart dog, even if only temporarily:
Written: Late Fall, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Buddy and The Smoke Ghosts.
Or, I'm Convinced Buddy Knows What To Do In Case Of A House Fire.
Until this fall (and she's nearly two now), Buddy had never shown any particular concern over the wood stove.
In fact, I was a little bit concerned over her lack of concern (she seemed to think that cold ashes, that were dropped while they were being shoveled out of the stove, were a tasty treat).
She even had to be told not to crowd whoever was trying to light the stove.
However, this fall, we had issues with smoke.
From the stove.
In the house.
On one night in particular, we had large puffs of smoke evacuate into the living room. So much so, that I said they were smoke ghosts.
Anyway, since the night of the smoke ghosts, she has been nervous about the wood stove. She keeps an eye on it, and if there is any smoke, any hint of smoke at all, she'll ask to be let out.
The good news is that if there's a house fire, she'll go to the door and wait to be let out. That is, if we're awake. If we're not, she'll wake us up to let her out.
The Cat, on the other hand, will hide.
Written 12-04-2011
Until this fall (and she's nearly two now), Buddy had never shown any particular concern over the wood stove.
In fact, I was a little bit concerned over her lack of concern (she seemed to think that cold ashes, that were dropped while they were being shoveled out of the stove, were a tasty treat).
She even had to be told not to crowd whoever was trying to light the stove.
However, this fall, we had issues with smoke.
From the stove.
In the house.
On one night in particular, we had large puffs of smoke evacuate into the living room. So much so, that I said they were smoke ghosts.
Anyway, since the night of the smoke ghosts, she has been nervous about the wood stove. She keeps an eye on it, and if there is any smoke, any hint of smoke at all, she'll ask to be let out.
The good news is that if there's a house fire, she'll go to the door and wait to be let out. That is, if we're awake. If we're not, she'll wake us up to let her out.
The Cat, on the other hand, will hide.
Written 12-04-2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Drop The Twistie Tie. Yes, That Twistie Tie.
Buddy,
When I told you to drop the silver twistie tie you found on the floor, and you dropped it, that was good!
However, when I first told you to drop it, and you played with the twistie tie with your mouth, so that I could be sure to see that you had it, as if to say,
That wasn't so good.
Written 12-01-2011
When I told you to drop the silver twistie tie you found on the floor, and you dropped it, that was good!
However, when I first told you to drop it, and you played with the twistie tie with your mouth, so that I could be sure to see that you had it, as if to say,
"Drop what? This twistie tie? Oh, you want me to drop this twistie tie?"
That wasn't so good.
Written 12-01-2011
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