Here's one of the nice things about this weather ......
I've been thinking more about the dogs and how well they've got my number. And boy, do they! Either they are smart little buggers or I am extremely predictable! Yeah, probably a combination with emphasis on b.o.r.i.n.g me!
- When I get up in the morning, Sammy knows my routine. If I reach for my glasses on the night table, he knows I'm getting up for the day, and Sam is on the floor before my feet are!! If I don't put my glasses on, I'm just going to the bathroom and back in bed. Sam just rolls over and goes back to sleep!
- When it is bedtime, they all know if I'm really going to bed, rather than going to the kitchen or some other place and back to the couch. How? I close the laptop! The screen goes down, and they all high-tail it to the bedroom!
- They hear animals on TV or car sounds, and they think it it outside here. If I say "It's on TV" quickly enough, they stop before running outside barking! Nowadays, Sammy starts for the door, ready to bark at the trespassing [fill in the blank] on our property, but before he goes out the door, he slows his pace a bit and kinda looks at me as if waiting for further instruction .... "Do I go ahead and bark or is this an "on TV" thing, Mom?" Lawdy, he cracks me up!
- If I get out the dogs' brush, they all get very excited. Again, it is the treats. After I brush each one, (s)he gets a little treat, then when everyone is done, they each get one more. So on sight of the brush, everyone runs to me! Except Lola. Lola runs and hides where she can "be safe." She usually hides under a chair, and she likes the one with a shawl draped over it, because she puts her head under the end of the shawl, near the floor, and peeks out, as if I can't see her!! What a goofball! Once the others are done, I pull her out, brush her and she gets the treat.
- They've also learned that when one or more do something wrong, I will pick up the item (a chewed up [fill in the blank]) or point to the no-no, and before the words "What is this?" leave my lips, the offending pup puts his/her head down and cringes! I rarely have to guess who is the culprit who tore up tissues (that's usually Jazi), or chewed up a shoe (Sammy, once in a while Lola), knocked things off the coffee table (Lola's "trick"), chewed up the pen (that can be anyone!). All I have to do is ask "What is this?" or "Who did this?" several times while holding it out for everyone to see, and it's over. They are good Catholic dogs; they bring their own guilt to the confessional! BTW, Jazi has discovered that if I don't close the bottom drawer of my night stand all the way, she can maneuver a paw or her head in and pull out tissues. Occasionally she pulls out one for everyone, and they have a confetti party! Well, they confetti what they don't eat. It's a miracle these dogs' intestines are still working!
These guys really do have me figured out. I don't think that is too bad. Consistency, patterns of expectation, predictability are things they need, just like two-legged children. Since they all came out of unknown circumstances, obviously bad for some of them, that predictability has helped them to adjust. Knowing what to expect gives them the ability to learn the better behaviors, and most important, to relax and feel like this is a good place. They know what the house rules are for the most part.
Boy, I'm lucky. They understand me, and they still like me. What could be any better??