I know there is a small subset of you that enjoy these little doggie updates, and I am here to serve! Also, my parents just sent me an ADORABLE photo (the last one) and I can’t resist sharing it. Because I have become That Woman.
I took Dog Hazel up to the vacation house with me for the 4th. She was incredibly calm through all the fireworks, literally slept through them. We began to think maybe she was deaf, but she will respond to her name even if you whisper it and are facing away, so I guess she just likes load noises.
(This is from last weekend, when my neighborhood was filled with illegal fireworks going off in backyards, and she snuggled down and snored through the whole thing)
But it was an exciting trip, because we tried all kinds of new things. Like chaining her up outside so she could enjoy the outdoors. Which just turned into her pitifully standing there staring at us until we let her in again.
(I’m not cruel, I just thought dogs liked to be outside! She could sniff and run around and stuff. But I guess her response was more of a “they don’t love me any more and have exiled me from the rest of the pack, I will just stand here patiently waiting to be forgiven”)
I also got her to swim! By carrying her into the water in my arms and then letting go. She was not a fan. Escaped and swam like mad for shore.
(Her triumphal arrival back on solid land. And also you may hear me say “oh shoot” because I forgot to hit record and missed her triumphal free swim for land)
It was maybe a little cruel, forcing all these new things on her, but she must have forgiven me because after I left her with my parents this morning, she found where I had piled up the sheets and pillow I used and nestled right down into them. So sweet! Either she loves me a lot, or she just wanted a warm nest, or I have broken her little doggie mind through alternating cruelty and kindness until she has become completely dependent.