It’s the 4th of July weekend and a celebratory one for us humans. However, in a dog’s life it’s probably one of the most stressful. With lots of people, cars, dogs, fireworks, parades and all sorts of new and exciting noises surrounding us, you can’t blame them for being a bit stressed.
This past week has been a ruff one for the dogs (and their people) in my neighborhood. In two days, three dogs got off their leash and ran free on our busy street. One got hit by a car (and is doing fine now, thank God) and the other two decided to attack my little boy Bloo and in the process I got a big ole dog bite (or two) that is now sporting nice shade of purple. Luckily my leg will heal and all dogs involved are fine.
It’s just a reminder that this time of year can be a stressful one for our pets, it’s a time I like to call, Dogmageddon.
Since the 17th Century people have been celebrating Saint Valentine’s day by exchanging tokens of their affection to the ones they love. It can be very romantic and a good excuse to take time to appreciate that someone special in your life. For me that someone special is my dog Bloo.
You might think that because of this (and the fact that I have dog blog), I might be a little dog crazy. This could be true (but seriously, look at that face!).
This year, on Valentine’s Day I’m celebrating all the gifts that Mr. B. has given me. He’s given me the gift of love, companionship, entertainment, security, and the thought of coming home to someone who is excited to see me every…single…time. He reminds me daily what sacrifice and comprise means and how we should always live in the moment.
So this Valentine’s day, in the midsts of our busy lives, let’s take a moment to reflect on the gifts we receive daily from the ones we love.
After living for over 4 years without a pet, the art of becoming a doggie mamma again continues to amuse me. It amazes me the things I now get excited about and also the things that don’t actually gross me out anymore. You know you’ve gone off the deep end have become a true doggie mamma when:
Your favorite birthday gift is a blanket made of all the pictures of your dog that you recently posted on Facebook (thanks again Kim).
Your shipment of lavender-scented poop bags arrives at your doorstep and you’re not only excited to open it but you can’t wait to take the dog out so you can use them.
You drive into your driveway and you breathe a sigh of relief because no window screens are missing, no windows are broken and the dog is still safely inside
You no longer care that there are paw prints on your car seats and nose drool on the car windows
You sacrifice a bike ride for a long game of stick
In your free time you volunteer to help raise money to build a dog park in your community (and recruit your friends to help with events – thanks ladies, you know who you are)
You’d much rather stay home cuddling with your pooch than going out on a date – men are too much trouble
Owning a dog is a true lesson in patience and love and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
I got a rescue dog because I knew there are so many unwanted dogs out there that need homes and since I wanted a dog I could provide the perfect home for one of them. In my small gesture I was trying to save the world one dog at a time. What turned out though, is that in my quest to save a dog, the dog actually saved me.
I’m not sure why, but I find myself often saying in that high pitched I’m-talking-to-my-dog voice, ” who’s a good boy.” Where did this come from? And why do we constantly ask our dogs rhetorical questions? It’s not like I expect him to answer. And the truth is I already know the answer.
I’m not the only person that does this. I’m pretty sure every dog owner on the face of the planet has asked this question at some point or another.
So I did a little research on how it all started and why we say that all famous “Who’s a good boy.”