So I know that dogs don’t really experience a sense of “guilt”. They live in the moment. What’s done is in the past……forgotten…..not related to them. They react to our reaction….tone of voice ….body language.
Now we have 4 dogs and nighttime’s are complex. Maisie the collie likes to sleep on our bed and if the door is closed to her she’ll go to my son instead. Bertie the jrt x chihuahua needs a bed big enough for his ego so he has the spare room all to himself.
Tiny sleeps with my youngest (adult) son because he’s the only one willing to take the chance on a wee bladder accident during the night. ( hers…..he hasn’t had that problem in many years).
Finn (the elderly newfy) sleeps on the rug at the bottom of the stairs. This works well unless Maisie or Bertie need the loo. They then have to bark for someone to move Finn and let them out…..unless it’s an emergency.
Last night we had an emergency. I got up this morning to be greeted with a little runny “present” next to the loo.
Now my whole house was struck down with a pretty nasty tummy bug this past week but I was pretty sure as adults we’d all manage to make it to the toilet…..or at least we’d have managed not to leave the evidence of our failure behind.
Instinctively I said crossly “Who did this?” Looked around and saw Maisie watching me with the typical “guilty dog” look!
“Maisie” I admonished and she hung her head in “shame”.
I cleaned up without another word then said “It’s ok let’s go”
A little shadow emerged from behind Maisie, licked her face apologetically, wagged his tail then charged off happily………and I thought about which dog had refused to leave my side during the course of the bug. Which one had curled up against my tummy under the covers like a little hot water bottle? Which one had I noticed had a gurgly tummy last night ? 🤔😳😂
My husband tells me that one day my vet will write his memoirs and I will feature heavily in them.
I’m the owner who asked the vet to examine a tumour on the bottom of my little poodle. All I’ll say is I know why they are called poo-dles and the tumour didn’t need to be biopsies 💩😳
I’m also the client who got her vet to meet me at the surgery for an emergency appointment for a cat with a blocked bladder who couldn’t pass urine. One looked at the vet and the cat flooded the surgery 🌊
Then there were the visits with Finn the Newfoundland because
“He got the lid of a tin of quality Street and ate them all……papers and all!”
“He opened the fridge door and ate two dozen chocolate brownies”
“He opened the oven door and ate a dozen mince pies that were cooling down”
Or “He got the dogs’ medicine box and ate all Henry’s ( our boxer) beef flavoured heart tablets”
The vet told me not to worry too much about that one…… “They’re vasodilators…….like Viagra…….just don’t bend over in front of him for the next few days”
But not incidents were my fault. What about the time I took the two guinea pigs for a check up? The young vet listened to the heart of the first one and it promptly passed away! He refused to listen to the heart of the second guinea pig 🤷♀️
Or the time the vet kept ignoring me as she walked back and forwards through the waiting room eventually asking
“Are you being seen to?”
“I’m waiting to see you”
“Do you have an animal out in the car?”
“No it’s on my knee” I said pointing to a very largesse doing leopard tortoise
“OMG I thought that was your handbag!”
If you’re not a pet lover stop reading now because you just won’t get this! If you are you’ll understand how hard it is to make that decision that it’s time to let them go.
It’s weighing up the balance and trying to decide when it falls against quality of life. If you let them go a day too soon you can’t give that time back to them. If you let them go on too long they’re suffering needlessly.
This photo breaks my heart and yet warms it at the same time. The final moments spent with these two wee rescues before we let them both go. One 18 and only with us 15 months, the other 17 and came to us as an unwanted pup who was being drowned.
It took several trips to the vet with both before I agreed that we were at the end of the road. My husband and I spent the morning in the garden with them in the sunshine, then let them go to their beds and held them gently as the vet released them from their pain.
So where is the comfort in this? It is in the memories they left us with. The days spent walking with a joyful girl who loved life and was full of energy until the end.
The joy of having seen an elderly dog who had lost her family and her home, blossoming again when she realised she was once again home.
The laughter at the antics of the tiny pup learning to climb stairs without tumbling back down each one. The antics of a little old lady who loved nothing more than a rummage in the rubbish in case a model of food had accidentally been thrown away.
The comfort of a little wet nose pushed into your hand when you were feeling a bit low.
I do regret that we didn’t have enough time together but whether that time was 17 years or 15 months it was time worth having.
Sitting downstairs from 6.30 am with this one on my knee because….as an older lady…..she has perfected the “if you don’t come down I may be going to pee in the house but actually I just think you should feed me and give me a cuddle” bark…….And I can’t take any chances. Not only that but my Newfoundland ( who is also elderly) doesn’t appreciate the early morning barking either. He assumes she is aware of danger and he needs to take action……. Like find somewhere to hide or find someone to protect him!
Meanwhile this boy feels the need to gather as many of my clothes as his tiny body can drag to my bed. As I was sorting out my wardrobe yesterday he’s obviously been too busy to get much sleep last night!
For those who don’t know me I currently have 4 dogs……Or rather they currently have me. I love them all very much and they all have very different petsonalities……But after a night out on the town with a few glasses of red wine I could do without the early morning alarm call! So next time she does this I shall put my head under the pillow and ignore them both……..Though that may be difficult if the newfy tries to get into bed with us as he has done before when terrified 😫
Marriage tip -Don’t let your husband play golf near anywhere you love to walk.
Me, walking, enjoying the mountains, the sand dunes with the sea appearing, the sound of the birds, the sound of the waves …….And him rabbiting on “Can you see that green over there that’s where Jonny…….” “Look at the the tee box…..when I teed off from there……”
I’m pretty teed off myself! Thank goodness dogs don’t golf! Stick with the dogs for walking …..You may have to pick up 💩 but you want have to listen to it 🙉
PS I love him really ❤️
My family think I’m obsessed with dogs which is totally nonsense. I’m not obsessed with them at all……I just like them that’s all……quite a lot.
Most dogs like me too. That’s the reason I have to stop to say hello to them. I can see them looking at me as I walk past……Not in a passing glance sort of way but in a very definite “Yoohoo I’m over here” way! It would be hurtful to ignore that!
My husband was adamant I should at least have tried to ignore it at LA airport security but the beautiful springer spaniel was determined I should talk to him before he carried out his search duties….Which did cause both my husband and the security guard a few anxious moments.
I wonder if I’ve been a dog in a past life? Is that why I have that affinity with them? I don’t generally sniff lampposts or greet people with a nose up their bottom but I do like eating, sleeping, going for walks and being made a fuss off. To be fair in my other past life working with young children I have followed a few around, nose close to bottom height sniffing -not my favourite part of the job 😷 💩
Anyway I’m certainly not obsessed with dogs- despite the fact my son just told me that his friend says he tells his new pup “just a quick hello then walk on” is appropriate on meeting another dog. ” Just like we need to keep reminding you mum!”
This is Barney. I’ve always loved cocker spaniels from an early age. One day I decided that I would like to get one. So I got Barney. Not a rescue dog but a pup from a small “hobby breeder” who had two beautiful bitches that he showed. I did my homework, pre-internet and gumtree days, before I choose the breeder and the pup.
Barney came with a pedigree as long as your arm but it was still no guarantee of healthy dog. My poor wee man took his first seizure at 6 months and died at just 4 despite all the medication he was on having gone into “status epilepticus” or constant seizures.
But this isn’t about pedigree v mongrel, rescue v buying or about Barney’s ill health …except that it was mainly because of Barney I began to use the internet and became familiar with Google……Possibly over familiar 🤔
Barney was a black cocker and was hairier than the average cocker. He was also slightly on the large side. People were always asking me what breed he was……I was so delighted to meet one lady in the park who commented on how beautiful he was and how he was “very obviously a good pedigree” .l
….then asked “what breed is he?”
Wouldn’t have been so bad but she had a golden cocker with her.
So back I went to google. It had been a godsend when it came to getting information about canine epilepsy and treatments available. At least I thought so……Ian my vet got quite irritated by my constant “helpful advice”.
“You wouldn’t go to your doctor and tell him how to treat your children would you?”
Course not! Thanks to dr google’s advice I rarely had to take my children to the doctor!
Anyway back to Barney. He couldn’t be that unusual for his breed could he? So I did a search of Google images “cocker big black hairy male” ………And that was how I learned about internet safety settings 🙈