I’m not one those dogs that feels a compulsion to herd people, constantly circling and nudging legs to keep my group together. But I do like to have a big-picture sense of where everyone is.
My family is challenging me right now and I don’t appreciate it.
For example, the youngest one disappeared. Poof. One day he was here and the next he was gone. I was concerned because there were boxes and bags piling up in his room. When he left, he took it all with him.
He’s done this before and always reappeared, on his own time frame of course…youth! They are so inconsiderate.
Every morning I check his room. So far, his scent is still there, but it’s getting fainter. So I’m trying to play it cool, as if I trust it will work out. You know, fake it until you make it.
The woman seems a bit discombobulated too. I’ve been keeping her under tight observation, following her from room to room, upstairs and down, sleeping at her feet when she sits for a while.
Really, I’m there for her when she needs me. This has Nothing to do with my needs. Nope, nothing at all. Selfless, that’s what they call me. A truly giving soul.
We’ve also started this really nice nighttime ritual where she brushes my fur. Wow! So relaxing. It’s like I forget how good it feels but then she starts with the brush and I just keel over on my side and lie there unable to move.
The oldest male is up to something that I can’t figure out. He’s started walking oddly. About a week ago we went for our regular walk, but by the end, I wasn’t the only one limping. In truth, I cut it short because compared to him, I looked pretty spry! Poor guy.
After we got back, he left in the car and came back with a big clunky thing on his leg and sticks under his arms. Thud, thud thud. He banged around the house. What. A. Racket!
Thank heavens he spent the afternoon in bed. I kept him company on my bed because it’s always nice to nap with someone else, but I didn’t get a relaxed vibe off of him.
A few days later he came home and was rolling around the house! It’s an unnatural mode of locomotion. At first I growled, but the rolling persisted. He didn’t get the message that he should Take That Contraption Outside. It was Not an Indoor Activity. He persisted and you know what? Life is short. I’m trying to accept and not fight it anymore. You want to roll instead of walk? Fine. Do it. I’ll deal.
On the brighter side, I have new food and it’s delish! If they are trying to make me feel better, it’s not a bad way of going about it.
I’ll keep eating the food, getting brushed at night, and holding out until things improve. Keeping the faith.
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My goodness! It sounds like many things are going on. That’s a lot of disruption all at once. I hope things are starting to settle down now.
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