Social Impoliteness with Dogs – Part One.

When one has dogs…

I’d hoped to sleep in until at least 6:00 this morning, and sometimes the three dogs are good about letting that happen.  Millie – the smartest and most polite of the three – is, however, also the least patient about morning sleep-ins.  You see, she knows that every new day brings 10,000 new opportunities to play ball, and she’s eager to get on with it.  (After her early morning chase & poop, she’s ready for a nap…. but of course, we’re then wide awake.)

When I heard the first collar jingle this morning (see previous post on this topic), I woke and immediately realized I had a stabbing headache, probably from clenching my teeth overnight, something I’m prone to and have to wear a night-time mouth guard for.  Okay, I’m going to stay very very quiet.  Not only do I not want the pain to get worse, but maybe Millie will quiet down before she wakes the other two.

Jingle, jingle.

Crap.  Buddy’s stretching.  (You know they can move and stretch without making a sound, so the jingle is deliberate.)

Ignore. Don’t move. Don’t breathe.

Pressure on the edge of the bed by my face.  That’s little Rudi, stretching to his full tiny height to peek up at me.

Double crap.  All three are up.

Jingle, jingle, jingle.

Okay fine.  Out of bed as quietly as I can, although I know my husband has already been awakened by the three little stinkers.  He doesn’t sleep well, so I get up with the dogs in the morning, hoping to give John an extra hour or two in bed.  Toss down two aspirin, hoping the head pain subsides.

Outside.  Millie plays chase and poop (we both swear she can’t eliminate without her ball in her mouth).  Buddy barks at non-existent elephants.  (Another story to be told another day.)  Rudi is surprisingly quiet.

Let’s go, guys, I don’t have the gumption to stay out here very long this morning.

Round ’em up.  I take my own turn in the bathroom.  (Yes, it’s true. We laugh about Millie, but I don’t think I can go myself without a newspaper or some other form of reading material.)  By now my coffee is ready.  Hopefully the three of them will all go back to sleep in their own beds.

Head to the sofa in my home office.  Politely ask Millie to remove herself to another location.  Rudi has gone back to his own bed.  Buddy, however, wants to sleep beside me.

Buddy, the wirehaired dachshund, asleep beside me.

Buddy, the wirehaired dachshund, asleep beside me.

Settled in, with an old blanket over my lap, and Buddy to my side.  The headache is subsiding.  The coffee is kicking in.

And Buddy farts.

Sigh.

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If you love animals the way we love animals, we hope you’ll get involved with The Maine Pet Expos.

Next year (2014), we will produce three pet shows, the Greater Portland Pet Expo on June 5-6 at Seasons Conference Center (off Exit 48); the Greater Bangor Pet Expo on September 12-13 at the Cross Insurance Conference Center in Bangor, and the Greater Androscoggin Pet Expo on September 26-27 at the Lewiston Armory on Central Avenue.

FMI:  Please join our discussion group on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/groups/MainePetExpos, and “like” our page:  https://www.facebook.com/themainepetexpos.

For exhibit booth, sponsorship, show program advertising, workshops, Designated Non-Profit, and volunteer information, please contact Linda at LSnyder (at) regroupbiz (dot) com.  As we get a bit closer, you’ll be able to find exhibitors, sponsors, advertisers and attendee information on eventbrite.com

We’re also slowly working on developing a non-profit to raise funds for animal rescues – AARF – Animal Activist and Resource Fund.  You can read more about AARF at https://www.facebook.com/AARF.AnimalActivistResourceFund.

We foster dogs through two rescue organizations (Maine Lab Rescue and The Pixel Fund), and collect donations for several rescues, including Tommy’s Feral Feline Friends.  For more information on any of our efforts, please contact Linda at LSnyder (at) regroupbiz (dot) com.

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2 thoughts on “Social Impoliteness with Dogs – Part One.

  1. My first border collie, Teddi, learned early on that if she hip-checked my rickety old twin sized bed early in the morning, it would wake me up and I’d have to get up and take her out. In my semi-conscious state I would tell her, “Teddi! F–k off!” And she would disappointedly go away for a little while.
    The problem was that “F–k off” became the only command she understood in lieu of “Go lie down,” “settle,” “get out,” etc. To the end of her days I had to use that command if I wanted her to leave me alone for a while…

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