My dog is old, and nearly blind, and going deaf. She’s skinny (but well fed) and always tired, and sleeps alot.
Sometimes, though, she gets all excited and dances around and taps her feet and jumps up and snorts and sniffs my hand. So I start playing with her, and she starts getting even more and more excited. As I’m playing with her, she’s slowly working her way away from me, towards the entry. I get up and follow her as she snorts and sniffs and stomps her feet and prances around. She stops right in front of her food bowl, looks at me a second, and snorts.
My dog is the exact opposite. He always has to be in the same room as me. And if I make eye contact with him he comes over and puts his head in my lap. When his food or water bowl is empty he usually just licks the bottom of it and makes it slide around on the kitchen floor banging into everything until I get the hint.
xizor - I think our dogs must be related. Not only do they have to be in the room with me,but it nearly takes surgery to separate them from my lap. Lucy is particularly sneaky - if I’m busy & my lap is full of work, she’ll go into stealth mode, materialise beside me, and then stick her head under my arm so that I’m cuddling her…even if that does mean me drawing a big linea cross my work!
Funniest dog incident was Val running into the lounge after being away from me for about 10 minutes in the kitchen. He took a flying leap onto my lap…which unfortunately was occupied by a tray with a large plate of pasta with tomato sauce. He slid straight across the plate and ended up half covered in red sauce (my t-shirt only got one red paw print somehow!), realised he was in trouble and bounced straight back off again! Mark (who had finished his dinner & was daft enough to have let them back in) had to pick the dog up & try to avoid getting pasta-covered dog on him, the walls or the doors while taking him to be washed! I was just sitting laughing, so wasn’t much help.
This morning after I got up, I took Brittney out to the car, found a burlap sack and length of rope, drove out the the creek, put the old girl in the sack and tied it, and chucked her off the bridge into the creek.
On the way home I picked up a shiny new black lab puppy. No old geezer dog for Tim.
My dog, too, is much like Xizor’s and Fierra’s. I generally like my little Daisy-Bob following me around, adoring me constantly. It’s just a little weird when I’m in the Porcelin Library taking care of some business, and she follows me in and curls up at my feet.
She’s very responsive, and apparently translates the English, “Daisy?” into the dog “Daisy, let’s play”. The briefest eye-contact or the calling of her name and she’s spastic puppy deluxe.
