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We have our little rescue dog for almost two years now!

She is still an enigma, a bundle of odd behaviors and idiosyncracies.

Here is Elsa.  And if you are a dog psychologist, maybe you can explain who she really is. 

Bathroom Pleasures:  You have your place and I have mine!

We have acres of grassy lawn but Elsa prefers to water the small rock bed just outside the front door.

There is a surprising benefit from this odd preference.  Since no weed can survive Elsa’s acid rain for long, the rock bed stays her pristine and weed free watering place.

Maybe in her previous lifetimes she was walked on leash in a neighborhood of homes and chastised for going on a neighbor’s grass.

Play? 

Huh?

Elsa does not play, will not fetch a ball or anything else, and has no apparent interest in stuffed squeaky animals or even treat-stuffed toys.   Squeak a toy at her and she will turn away as if to say, “Stop hurting that poor little thing!”  Throw a ball and she will watch its trajectory without moving a muscle.

No!  No!  Nooooo!!!!!  Not the Car!!!!!!

Elsa does not enjoy riding in the car.  She acts excited pre-entry, but once inside,  hunkers down to shiver and shake in fear.  Fear of what?  Why doesn’t she look out the window or enjoy the breeze in her face like other dogs do?

Most times Bill drives and I ride in back with Elsa, who promptly puts her head in my lap and shakes and shivers.

Yes it is true! The Sky is falling.

Our poor little pup is terrified of thunder, airplanes, rain, far off traffic noises, falling branches, gunshots, firecrackers, and more.  She is under my desk as I write this (shaking and shivering).  I am sure she thinks the sky will fall because she is constantly looking to crawl under something.

 If I am quiet will they come?

She is quiet and respectful of visiting deer, squrrels, groundhogs, birds or rabbits and never barks at them even when they get wind of her and begin to flee.

I have never had a dog who didn’t enjoy barking at visiting creatures, especially when they turn and run.

Well, she does bark at people (who I consider the most predatory anyway) and she did bark at that bear who came through.

I think she thinks protecting me from truly dangerous looking intruders is her real job.

The Lady-Who-Limps Saved Me.  I will never leave her side.

Oddest of all, Elsa prefers my somewhat droll sedentary company to any other living thing.  She rarely leaves my side and has evidently decided I am the only human who counts.

I totally agree with that last assessment of course.

And I enjoy the adoration until she follows me into my own non-rock bathroom.

Are you inviting me to get up there on that sofa with you?  What will happen to me THEN?

There are times I would really love it if Elsa would jump on the couch or the bed, just for a hug.  But even when I invite her, she refuses.

It is probably a good thing that she is never on the furniture since she is a prolific shedder.  Again, I suspect she had some harsh training to keep her off the furniture. No amount of cajoling will entice her up, even in a thunder storm when she really wants to be cuddled.

I think I kinda like it here!

What Bill and I notice lately though is a more trusting happy dog who does a whole lot of tail wagging (on those occasions when she isn’t shaking in fear of something benign).

Elsa is full of strange behaviors and habits and fears, but maybe aren’t we all?

She is a little bit off, a little imperfect, a lot insecure, but aren’t we all?

It will be a two year anniversary soon and we think Elsa knows this is her safest place and where she lives with her most ardent fans.

And we know we will always be warned of visiting bears and unknown humans, and we are serene in the knowledge she will tell us when the sky is falling too.

 

 

 

 

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These Babies Need MeI got my dog “fix” last week with the arrival of family who brought

their family dog.

Noche (pronounced No-Chay) is a beautiful German Shepherd who stole my heart.

Or maybe my heart was ready to be stolen missing Rozie.

Noche found Rozie’s toy bin and brought out each piece with

loving care and then claimed a weather beaten hedgehog as her own.

She claimed Rozie’s washed and ready-to-wear orthopedic bed too

and nestled in.

Noche Adopts Babies

I like to think she claimed us as hers along with all the rest.

My lovely niece and little brother and sister-in-law were here too.

What a joy to see them all.

But Noche stole the show and somehow I think she knew –

she helped to heal my broken heart.

Noche Confiscates Orthopedic Bed

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I received this photo in an email so I don’t know who took it, but I think it’s worth sharing!

It made me laugh.

Bride and DogMaid

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Daily Prompt:  Fearful Symmetry

Pick a letter, any letter.  Now write a story, poem, or post in which every line starts with that letter.

Letter B

Bad days come and go, but we have had a month to cope with Rozie’s abscessed tooth.

Because she was resistant to antibiotics, the vet doubled up on the dosage.

Before we knew it Rozie was not eating.

But then we gave her little bits of things to keep her strength up and force fed her (via a giant syringe) a high caloric food mixed with antibiotics.

By the time she had been on the antibiotic slurry for a week, she lost control.

Bacteria and bowel movements took over all of our lives.

Beneath Rozie we put down old sheets to try to keep up with her frequent “gifts.”

Beginning two days ago we stopped the antibiotics.

Brave Rozie ate her first real meal this morning minus medications.

Blue flowered sheets still line the living room floor.

Boiling them may make them useable again as rags or drop cloths.

Beautiful old Rozie chased a deer yesterday and tried to catch a squirrel too.

BRAVO ROZIE!

Rozie Recuperating

Rozie Recuperating

Rozie n spider webs 005

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Lemme Out Already 1

Spectator at the Virginia Horse Center

Did you think the sweet white dog looking out the window of this van was a painting?  I thought so too at first because he was so still.  But then he moved and looked right at me with that sadness in his eyes.  “I’m man’s best friend but they left me here and let the horses out.”

My heart went all the way across the parking lot at the Virginia Horse Center and landed right next to this little fellow.

He looked quite comfortable of course, and well taken care of, but I could see he was planning a great escape. “I’m going to live where dogs are valued the same as horses,” I imagined him saying.  “Will you help me get out of here?  Lemme out already!”

“You figure it out sir, ” I said.  “And when I see you get free, I will drive the getaway car.”

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Dogs and Babies Never Cease to Amaze

and I had to share this!

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=100973303414679

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This is a fairly long video, but it if you love horses and you love dogs, you will not want to stop watching.

It defines freedom, fun, play, and the sheer joy in living.

Thank you for sharing this lil brother!  You knew how much I would enjoy it.

Horse and Dog Play Together

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My Dear Family,

I took this picture of Rozie on Thanksgiving Day.  Isn’t she beautiful?  As you know, she is probably very old  – maybe 13 or 14 years by all our guesses.  But sometimes, when she has her ears up, she looks young again (wish that worked for me).  I often wonder what she was like  as a puppy though.  As you know, she was  a rescue dog – rescued by our beloved Judi, so Rozie’s  history’s a mystery.

The Games Dogs Play

When Rozie first came to us four years ago, she was still pretty rambunctious (me too).   She was fast on her feet (me too) and would disappear down steep hills (not me) into the woods.  The thought of losing her would leave me panicked and calling her name over and over until I gave up, ready to cry, too hoarse to continue yelling and well –  distraught.

What if she can’t get back up the hill?

What if she broke her leg?

What if she is lost?

What if she ran into a bear?

What if  I can’t get down there to her?

But, as soon as I stopped hollering, the rascal would nonchalantly stroll into view.  I think she was deliberately playing Hide and Seek!

Nowadays she knows her limitations.  She seems to understand that an uphill climb would be problematical since her legs are weak.  We are a well matched pair! But sometimes I know she is wistfully contemplating another escape just for the fun of it.

Peculiar Habits

Bill calls her “Rose” and I had to laugh last week when he asked her, “Are you ready to get your nails done for Thanksgiving Rose?”  He was taking her for a doggie manicure.  When her nails get too long she bites them.  I never met a dog who did that.

I never met a dog like this one anyway.   She is a creature of rather peculiar habits:

  • Her teeth chatter (loudly) when she is frightened.  Ever hear a dog’s teeth chatter?  Very strange.
  • She also has the ability to whisper-bark.   That means she can bark at  low decibel levels so as not to awaken us in the middle of the night.
  • And she pants for attention.
  • Oh, and by the way, the anti-depressants are working and she hasn’t tried to jump off the deck lately.  We are watching her carefully for wild mood swings or erratic behavior.

I did want to tell you she may be losing her hearing, and that’s a blessing.  Thunderstorms and gunshots were once terrifying events, but she is either finally ignoring them or does not hear them anymore.  It was hunting season in our part of Virginia on Thanksgiving Day and  there were multiple shots.  Rozie was oblivious.  What a relief that must be for her.  And what a relief for us not to deal with teeth chattering panic attacks (hers, not ours).

All in all, I’m delighted to report that Rozie is healthy, happy, and well loved.

And by the way, we are too.

Love and hugs from us and Rozie to you.

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My dog does not take good pictures.  If she did, I would be writing more Rozie Stories.  She is actually quite beautiful but HATES the little camera thing.  She rarely looks up no matter how I whistle or call her name.  She’s worse than a baby who has to be bribed with lolly pops to get her attention focused.  I make funny faces too and get down on the floor and wave different hands that are not holding the camera.  I even shout sometimes.  Rozie ignores all the histrionics.  And I get so flustered, I can’t focus either.

Rozie Squinting

Rozie’s Body is Too Big for Her Face

Rozie’s Head is Too Big for her Body

She is lovely when not squinting or in the wrong light, with her widow’s peak and big soft brown eyes.   Her body is something else again – maybe a bit too big for her face I think.  At any rate, I cannot seem to get  body and face in the right proportion for a flattering photograph.  I would put her on a diet but the vet says her weight is just fine.   She’s just – well – out of proportion from the photographer’s eye view.  Maybe my favorite fabulous photographer  friends,  Cindy at photosfromtheloonybin and apronhead Lilly could help me with getting the right focus.

I never met a dog who was not photogenic.  Have you?

Rozie will never measure up to Lassie or Rin Tin Tin or even Toto in the Wizard of Oz. Oh, she’s well behaved.  If I call her and she sees the evil camera, she leaves or turns her back so I can get a great rear view.

Most of the time she is sleeping or getting ready to sleep.   You know, you can only take so many pictures of a dazed or sleeping dog.

Rozie’s Dazed Look for the Camera

This morning I was determined to show the world what a beauty Rozie really is.  She’s my old, misshapen, well behaved friend.   I came close.  The light on her face was somewhat flattering and she actually looked at me since I was in the kitchen where the food is.

I love Rozie so much.  I think she is truly beautiful.   She simply does not take good pictures, or maybe she resents the camera and shuns the fishbowl life of a celebrity.

Have you ever heard of an un-photographic dog?

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Rozie the Beautiful

“To sleep, perchance to dream-
ay, there’s the rub.”

Hamlet (III, i, 65-68)

To Be or Not to Be (Shakespeare)

It has been many decades since I had a colicky baby who turned night into day.  The pitiful wails of a child who cannot tell you what hurts still ring in my ears all these years later.  And even now, if I hear a baby’s cries, I want to jump up and do something to help.  It must be a universal kind of Mommy impulse reaction.

Never would I believe a dog could accomplish the same tugs at my heart.  Instead of the plaintive cries of an infant, our 13 year old dog Rozie PANTS!  No, she is not hot (the first supposition) because it has actually been on the cold side here lately.  She is comfortable because she has an orthopedic bed that I would not mind sleeping on, except it’s on the floor at the foot of our bed.  But she only pants at night.  So?  Big Deal.  Why is that a problem? Dogs pant after all.  I have been told it’s how they perspire.

Well, this panting starts off at a tolerable level and then escalates as soon as we turn off the lights.  Then my husband and I lie abed in a sort of hopeful tension as we hear the panting continue and builds rapidly to what I call “panic panting,” which is the equivalent of the baby SCREAMING!. So, the problem?  The problem is – who can sleep at night?

Using Chair Rungs for Headrest
“I can hardly stay awake!”

Is Rozie in pain?  What could it be?  Is it her stomach?  Is it her heart?  Is it arthritis?

We took her to the vet of course – more than once and more than twice.   An EKG revealed nothing wrong with her heart.  She does have semi-high blood pressure so she’s on meds for that.  Only a touch of arthritis is evident from an X-ray.  The dog is strong “and will probably outlive us,” said our vet, until finally he tactfully proclaimed, “I think this panting problem is psychological.”  Really?

Over the past few months, Rozie has endured our many feeble attempts to help her relax at night.  She conks out and sleeps peacefully during the day of course.  I watch her having her doggy dream-runs with serious envy. “To sleep,perchance to dream” makes perfect sense to me now.

But have you ever heard of a dog on so many potential “cures?”

–          Glycoflex Soft Chews (glcosomine-condroitin) – a general joint supplement – 3 a day

–          Rimadyl – anti-inflammatory – 2 a day

–          Blood Pressure Meds – 2 a day

–          Tramadol – pain killer – 2 a day

–          Composure – herbal remedy for nerves – as needed

–          Forti Flora – probiotics sprinkled on her food to aid digestion as needed

–          And A New One – An Anti-Depressent – for obsessive, compulsive, anxiety disorders – 2 a day

For a strong, healthy dog who is going to outlive us, Rozie is on so many medications at so many daily intervals that I now forget to take my own meds trying to keep up with hers.  I am beginning to believe this all borders on the ridiculous.  There has to be a light side don’t you think?  Well, yesterday I looked up the potential side effects of the anti-depressant and one of them at the top of the list is, “Call your doctor if experiencing suicidal tendencies!”  Who me?  Or the dog?  And I ask you, who should be taking the anti-depressant anyway?

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