Today when I let the dogs out to do their business, I watched as little Papillon, Riyo did his dirty business in Lizzie’s favorite barking corner. Even though I witnessed his transgression, instead of going to pick it up, I figured, “he’s a 4 pound dog, how big of a mine could it really be?” Eh, It’ll dry up and be gone in a few hours. It’s nothing. So thinking, I went back into the house.
Fast forward two minutes….. The door bursts open and in comes German Shepherd Lizzie trotting through the house in her usual wolf-like manner. As she trotted past, I caught the faint odor of something that smelled suspiciously like poo. “No way….I just THOUGHT I smelled poo,” I say to myself, as I see a leaf laying on the floor that happily-trotting Lizzie had somehow left on the floor. As I reach toward the leaf, the imaginary poo smell gets stronger. “OOHHH NOOOO!” and I’m off chasing poor Lizzie down like a squealing banshee, catch her, and maneuver my unsuspecting and bewildered dog to the tile and OUT of the CARPETED room.
And there, firmly embedded into Lizzie’s big snowshoe paw, is the squished evidence of Riyo’s little landmine I had thought to be harmless just minutes before. Yeah. THAT will teach me!
….next time, I’ll pick up the poo. It’s a lot easier than scrubbing floors and washing nasty dog paw!
Now that I am out working in the coal mine all day, toiling to feed the four hungry, furry mouths waiting at home, I do wonder…do they miss me? Ok, so I’m dramatizing a bit. I’m sitting in an office chair with all-you-can-drink coffee and snacks doing title opinions.
Though I may not be suffering in a coal mine, I DO miss having my four dogs milling about my desk. Really, it’s not the work that makes the day seem so long and empty; it’s my missing companions. I miss the Papillon or two sitting behind me on my chair, making sure I don’t slouch, the periodic interruptions when they begin to argue amongst themselves, and just the warm comfy feeling of an office filled with friends. I just can’t wait to get home wrestle with my big girl, rub my old dog’s tummy, and crash on the couch curled up with the two little guys.
I wonder, do dogs miss their human pack members too? I do believe so, as my doggy sitter/mother tells me they jump up and run to the door every time they suspect I could be coming. Then there is the enthusiastic greeting of four wagging tails and squirming excitement that I always must refrain from escalating when I get home.
They may not miss me the same way that I miss them, but I do get the feeling that once I am home, they feel the pack is complete and settle in with a collective doggy sigh of contentment. Like all is still right in their doggy world. And when all is right in their doggy world, all is right in mine too….