I’m out of gas today, and so is Jazz. Like me, he didn’t want to get out of bed this morning.
But, I had to get up – he didn’t have to get up until he was ready, and he slept for nearly 30 minutes after I was up!
Anyway, I’ve been working on the computer most of the day. I was also doing a little blog-browsing – looking at animal photos, and came across an article on the No Dog About it Blog, with the I Am a Forever Dog, Not an Until Dog, photo (below), and I liked the message. I really liked the blog, too. Here’s a link to the blog: No Dog About It Blog.
The article on the blog has to do with adopting dogs for someone’s Christmas present. Or, getting a puppy “from Santa” to make kiddos happy, but not having a plan to deal with the rest of the dog’s life. That happens more often than not, and we’ve all probably heard the horror stories. People have the greatest of intentions but don’t realize how much care and attention a dog requires. Cats are easy, not so with dogs. There is a lot of work associated with having a dog. It’s a big responsibility, and they can be very expensive.
When I was young, we had a little Chihuahua that we named Pedro. He lived a good long time and we had him for many years. The black and white photo (below) was my brother feeding Pedro his bottle. That was 1967!
One Christmas, while we still had Pedro, when my brothers and I were very young, Mom and Dad (Santa), bought us an adorable little chocolate-brown Poodle. We named him Honey Bear. We were crazy about him.
We’d had Honey Bear only two weeks when one day my folks called the three of us kids out to the patio to have “a talk.” The first thing we all wanted to know was when will Honey Bear be home, he’d gone to the vet the day before and we missed him like crazy. Well, my Father broke the news to us – while my mom sat silent and tried to hide that she was crying. (Mom never cried.) Then it became a family crying-fest. We all cried and cried and cried.
Honey Bear had been very sick, my Father gently told us, and would not be coming home. Honey Bear had Encephalitis. The vet put him down.
After that we never had another dog but Pedro. It was too upsetting for every one. It must have upset me a lot because my memory of that time is very detailed, and I was only about 8 at the time.
I never had my own dog until I got Jazz, my 10 pound Chihuahua, when he was 9 weeks old.
One of the reasons I’d wanted to have a dog was to get out and walk more as I was just getting over two painful knee replacement surgeries. Getting a dog, I thought, would be great therapy to strengthen my legs. And it was.
However, before I decided to adopt Jazz, I had to look at my life to be certain I could give him the attention he needed. He barely weighed two pounds, was so small he required four feedings a day to sustain his little body.
I lived close to where I worked so it was easy to come home every day at lunch and feed him. I also had neighbors looking in on him during the day, too. He was so small and I was ultra-concerned about making sure he was okay.
That was 7 years ago.
Today, my life revolves around my animals schedules ( I also have a cat.) I plan my social life around my dog’s feeding and walking-times, as if he were a child. In turn, he is the perfect dog – so happy and fun and wonderful.
If you have a dog, you know what a responsibility it is. Just like a child – you’ve got to care for it, train it, love it. When you love a dog, they repay in kind, but give back so much more. A dog will change your life.
So, I really liked the message from the German Shepard Dog Community on Facebook (below).
The WordPress photo challenge this week is to post a photo that says “between.”
This afternoon I was heading out to the Morse Museum, in Winter Park – which is a lovely museum, by the way – and my dog went nuts. This was the third time I’d left today with out him, and he was really upset! He’s not usually so crazed when I go out, but we’re in Orlando, at my brother’s house, where there is another dog. Jazz only likes people and cats, he has no time for other dogs because I love other dogs and that sends him into a perfect tizzy.
Anyway, I took this photo today as I was leaving – without him, for the third time. He was pretty mad that door was between he and I. He was crying and carrying on and tried to jump out of this little section of the door that leads from the laundry room into the garage. It’s missing a piece of jalousy glass at the bottom of the door. He tried and tried to jump up and escape through it, but it’s too high, thankfully.
He’s looking quite rejected here because I am standing in the garage, and he’s not.
I hate it when he cries – just breaks my heart. But, he had a good day, too. I did take him to the dog park and he also got a new leash and a whole bag of delicious bones. So, eventually he was a happy camper today.
I guess most kids are enchanted by cats. My niece, Elizabeth, is. Looking for the cat is always the first thing on her agenda.
Elizabeth has learned that the first place to look for an elusive cat is under a bed. Oh yes, she’s learned this from experience. And, sure enough, as soon as the cat senses Elizabeth’s presence, he flies or dives under the nearest bed like a rocket.
When Elizabeth finds the poor cat, whether it’s shivering under the bed or hanging by its nails from the chandelier, she cries, “There he is, there he is! Andrea, come quick, there is he, come look under the bed, Andrea!!”
Well, just as the cat realizes he’s been discovered, he scoots out from under that bed so quickly his fur nearly whistles in the wind while Elizabeth screams, “Oh no!!! C’ mon! Let’s go look under the other bed, Andrea!”
And we do this for the next hour, or so.
The topic for this weeks photo challenge is comfort. There are a few things that bring me a great deal of comfort – that can take away the stress of the day. Things like sleeping with my down pillow. Or, lying on the couch with a blanket, my dog and cat, watching a movie. Eating spaghetti; reading when it’s raining outside; or doing nothing on Sunday.
But, the first thing that came to my mind when I thought of what is comforting to me is my dog, Jazz. He’s my constant comfort. Beau, my cat, is dearly comforting, too. But, there’s something about that unconditional love of a dog… you know what I mean?
When a dog makes you his everything, things seem right with the world. The love of a dog is beyond the beyond of wonderful.
I have taken hundreds of pictures of Jazz, in all kinds of poses… The photo below is a favorite. It always makes me laugh. It’s comforting to laugh…. that’s why I chose this photo.
Hope it gives you a chuckle, too!
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