Yesterday was rough on the little bugger. We had a community wide yard sale so he was shut up in the house for hours while I was in sight through the window manning our table. Everytime Mama tried to bring him out (either on the leash or to sit by me in his crate) he went bonkers and barked like a lunatic. Then, he was left alone while we went out to dinner (it was a long, exhausting day). I felt pretty bad for him.
Tonight, Mama had some smelly muscle rub on so he couldn't lie beside her and hog the footrest of her recliner- he didn't like the odor. He doesn't sleep with me as often as I'm too restless and move around a lot. Finally, after wandering around too tired to get settled, he jumped up on Mama and laid across her chest. He settled on her arm with a sigh and went to sleep. It was so sweet to see him snuggle against her like a little baby and he's never slept like that before...
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Friday, April 28, 2006
Our boy Tug
He's finally growing up! Tug has passed the adolescent stage and is becoming more mature about things (of course, he still won't pick up a toy that's too close to the dreaded vacuum cleaner...). Now, he doesn't go crazy as often (jumping up, running circles and trying to bite us) but when he does get the crazies he's like that for a longer time. Oh, well. He now plays differently and is more interested in getting us to do what he wants. He'll pick up a toy and stand in front of us with his eyes averted but making small jerking movements with his head. It's just like when I dangle a toy over his head and move it back just as he jumps for it. If that doesn't work he used to drop the toy and lick or nip us. Now he just moves the toy closer to our hands. If we still resist the toy starts bumping our hands. He's trying to train us! Sometimes we don't respond just to see what he'll do and he just sighs heavily- toy still in his mouth. What a good boy.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Night and Day
The carpet was installed last week in our bedrooms and, as I predicted, the little Terror barked non-stop for the 3 1/2 hours it took. We had such raging headaches afterwards. (It just was too hot to take him on a ride or to the park unfortunately.) Don't these little monsters EVER lose their voice? I'd have thought that would've done it... What a pain in the butt...
A few days later I got sick. I'm standing over the commode, ill, and suddenly a little black and white face is peering up at me from between my legs. I managed the word "move" since he knows he's supposed to step back for that one and he did it. A moment later I feel this gentle licking on the back of my leg- not his usual "take off the first layer of skin" lick. He stayed as close to me as I'd let him. Later, I'm in bed in the guest room (since my bed was still not re-assembled). Tug could see me from the baby gate which was now back up. I was too weak to speak much and so he started his "alarm" barking ("HEY! SOMETHING IS WRONG!!"). When Mama didn't come running he dashed down the hall for her and led her back. He kept looking between her and me and barking until she picked him up and brought him in to me. Once he got to lick my face he calmed down. She took him back out and closed the door so he couldn't see me.
I know we tend to credit the boy with more smarts than he's got (he is just a dog) but it was so sweet that he wanted Mama to check on me when I wasn't responding like normal. He really does stick to routine and this was just off somehow in his mind.
A few days later I got sick. I'm standing over the commode, ill, and suddenly a little black and white face is peering up at me from between my legs. I managed the word "move" since he knows he's supposed to step back for that one and he did it. A moment later I feel this gentle licking on the back of my leg- not his usual "take off the first layer of skin" lick. He stayed as close to me as I'd let him. Later, I'm in bed in the guest room (since my bed was still not re-assembled). Tug could see me from the baby gate which was now back up. I was too weak to speak much and so he started his "alarm" barking ("HEY! SOMETHING IS WRONG!!"). When Mama didn't come running he dashed down the hall for her and led her back. He kept looking between her and me and barking until she picked him up and brought him in to me. Once he got to lick my face he calmed down. She took him back out and closed the door so he couldn't see me.
I know we tend to credit the boy with more smarts than he's got (he is just a dog) but it was so sweet that he wanted Mama to check on me when I wasn't responding like normal. He really does stick to routine and this was just off somehow in his mind.
