A Live in The Moment Kind of Girl

Shortly after the new year began, I put a tray of summer sausage, cheese, and crackers on the table.

New Year's Eve leftovers.

I walked away to do other things (the tray wasn't supposed to be a sit down dinner, you know).

Buddy barked at me. A reminder bark. A single bark that said "People, there is food on the table, why are you not eating it?"

So, I went to the table and got her a bite and took a few bites myself.

Went back to what I was doing.

Another reminder bark. This one said, "PEOPLE, THERE IS FOOD. ON THE TABLE."

Buddy doesn't understand the concept of having yummy smelling food on the table (to her, cheese and sausage are high value treats), being allowed to eat it, and not rushing the table for it.

Why wait? 

Buddy is a live in the moment kind of girl.


Written January 2012

Of Course...

I cook for Buddy.

She can't cook for herself!

Buddy's Dinner, 2-16-2012

That's chicken, green beans, and potato, if you were wondering.

Have I Told You About The Time...

That my son and I were in the dining room, looking at something on my computer, with our backs to the dining room table. I had paused in the middle of putting dinner on the table, to chat. And, oh, we just happened to be talking about Buddy.

Bragging on her, really.

About how she was so good with food. Leaving it alone, unless it was expressly hers. So trustworthy with it. So well behaved.

You know where this is going, right?

Because that's when we realized that the good, trustworthy, well behaved doggie had her head in my plate.

Eating my dinner.

Buddy Has A New Trick.

Not so unusual for her.

It's self-taught.

Also not so unusual for her.

So, what is it?

My desk is within reach of the dining room table. Often, when I have a snack, I leave it on the table while I sit at my desk. Well, when I do this, she puts her front paws on a chair that is pushed in at the table, so that she can reach my snack.

And lick it.

When I notice what she's doing, of course, I tell her, "down."

Except, that doesn't work anymore. Because her new trick, in that situation, when she hears the word "down", is to look out the dining room window, instead of dropping down so that all four paws are on the floor.


BUDDY:  What Mommie?

What?

I iz jest looking out the window.


ME:  Buddy, that is naughty. It is. It is so naughty.


Which appears to be her cue to drop into her good dog sit.


BUDDY:  I not naughty.

I not.

I a good dog.

See my good dog sit?

See it?

See it?

And good doggies get treats!

I iz ready for my treat! 


Yep. I was doomed the second that fluffy ball of puppy rolled into the house, a little over two years ago. But, it was a good sort of doom.

I Wasn't Thinking...

I realized last night that I hadn't given Buddy her heartworm med, for the month of January.

So, I left it on top of my laptop, so I'd remember to give it to her today.

And I did.

But, I wasn't thinking.

I gave Buddy her monthly heartworm med while she was outside.

She just buried it in the backyard.

Ever Wonder Why There Aren't More Photos of Buddy, On Her Blog?

This is why:

No more photos, please!  January, 2012

That's right.

Buddy dislikes having her photo taken.

From The "I Should Have Named Her Mom" files...

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)