Sweet girl, loves me and I do mean loooves me, jumps on the bed at bedtime, wraps her two front paws around my neck and lays her head down beside mine and just cries. Every night.
She's still got some learning to do, but she aches to be good, and is so proud of herself when she is. The breed seems a little closer to wild than the Labradors to which I'm more accustomed. My special dog, my baby, was a field bred Chocolate, died in October of ‘07 after 14 1/2 years together, and it ripped my heart out. I don't know if I'll ever know another dog or if another will ever know me, like he did. I'll always miss him, especially around holidays. But, there are so many needing love and a decent home. She was just there, and would have died if I hadn't intervened.
So, here we are, learning about each other. The baying is starting to sound musical, and I can pick up shades of meaning in it, different sounds for different things. Coon or cat up a tree is sheer bedlam. Stranger in the yard is sharp and insistent. Let me in is more plaintive, almost as plaintive as feed me or let me out. Then, there are the odd, almost warbling yelps and cries, when she crawls in my lap or “hugs” me goodnight.
It's very rewarding, having a close relationship with a dog. To me it is, at least. Guess you couldn't tell, lol.
I love your story of your walker hound.
I have a granddog (she dug holes in my daughter’s yard) that I’ve had since she was 10 months old. Half-Blue Heeler, Half Cocker Spaniel. Nine years old and like me, chubby at 40 pounds. [No, I am not 40 pounds, she is.] I helped a friend who rescued a full blooded Cocker when her 2 Blue Heelers didn’t want the dog around. Unfortunately he ran across the street instead of to the front door and got killed one morning around 12:20 AM. It took me a few years before I rescued a puppy that I was assured would be a Collie. NOT. We don’t know what she is, Collie ears and “ruff” fur, red-blonde, sheds ALL the time, medium length red hair with blonder fur under it. White belly and tips of toes. She’s got long legs, a snout that’s between Collie and Lab length, a tail like a Lab with more feathering, and weighs in at 60 pounds!
I also have the most beautiful Tuxedo Cat, nearly perfect markings with a “Johnny Depp” beard (black under his chin like a chin beard). He thinks he’s a dog. Talks . . . mirrup . . . and other sounds that mean “clean my litter box or I’ll pee on a pile of clean clothes” “give me a treat or I’ll pee on a pile of clean clothes” “why don’t you allow me to go outside, I’m thinking about peeing on a pile of clean clothes” and “let me get in your lap so you can scratch my neck or I’ll find a pile of clean clothes to pee on.”
At night, my dogs sleep on the bed (only 36% of dog owners allow their pets in the bed) and the cat comes in and puts his soft little paw on my arm or on my cheek to let me know I now have permission to pet him before I fall back asleep. Occasionally he sleeps touching my hand with his paw.
In the morning, the cat looks out the window and the dogs come lick my face to wake me up. Nothing like a dog-tongue in your ear or down your throat first thing in the morning. It’ll wake you up, that’s for sure.
I would never give my babies up, but they do stay at the Kennel when I go visit my parents (in a retirement community) and my kids. HOWEVER, the price is going up at the Kennel and I may bring one dog with me when I visit the kids after this year.
So, here we are, learning about each other. The baying is starting to sound musical, and I can pick up shades of meaning in it, different sounds for different things. Coon or cat up a tree is sheer bedlam. Stranger in the yard is sharp and insistent. Let me in is more plaintive, almost as plaintive as feed me or let me out. Then, there are the odd, almost warbling yelps and cries, when she crawls in my lap or “hugs” me goodnight.
It’s very rewarding, having a close relationship with a dog. To me it is, at least. Guess you couldn’t tell, lol.