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Well, the Golden didn't win. A little sad I suppose, but I for one appreciate letting the Goldens have a rest. Day one I was pulling for the Springer too but sadly it just didn't happen. There is a good side of that as I hope the Springer rage will disappear. I was so lucky with Melodie thanks to a wonderful breeder that knew what she was doing.
It was a tough day for Dakota....a double whammy. It was the "BIG" dog show and it was Valentine's Day. He was not a happy camper at times. Heaven forbid that the spotlight was not on him 24/7. He did not appreciate the attention given to all of those dogs on the TV screen. He kept giving us dirty looks but it didn't help. And, of course, he couldn't have any chocolate. Then there were the ongoing 'thank yous' with a kiss here and a kiss there. What's a poor Golden to do except try and come between his forever mom and dad. And the worst part was his card to his favorite dad that Katie made was sitting on the mantle and being ignored.
Much to his dismay, he has not been getting as many treats. He counts and he knows when two treats turn into one. Starring at the treat box doesn't seem to help. Between dad's daily noontime bowl of no fat yogurt with treat sprinkles to his bedtime snacks being cut in half, he casts his sad eyes up to try and make us feel guilty but it doesn't seem to be working. He has no idea why this is happening. Unfortunately he doesn't understand that his Forever Mom doesn't dare take him out to the vet for his heartworm test, yearly shots, etc. and find out when he gets on the scale that it's registering that of an elephant!!!! So it is prudent to get this under control before April appears on the calendar.
Dakota has discovered that if he doesn't get up in the morning, he gets all sorts of positive attention. His 'love-in' session has been growing and growing by the minute....Literally. It started out at a minute or two and now he's got mom involved for at least 15 minutes. Trying to extend this golden opportunity means turning around and pouncing on dad's chest while he's trying to sleep. After spending the whole night pasted up against his leg and taking up all of his covers doesn't endear him to face licking and nipping at his ear as a good morning wake-up call. Then there is that weight factor. He is not the small version of a Golden.
His newest trick is when he is outside, which has increased by a bushel, is to dash up the stairs of the deck and head for the door only to stop on a dime, turn around, and run back down to the yard. He then turns around again and with a huge smile on his face, he comes back up and into the house. Oh how he loves to tease me. He thinks it is so funny. He drops his teddy bear and has a huge smile on his face, panting like crazy, and the tail wagging full tilt he's so proud of himself. It's a darn good thing I have a sense of humor at my senior age, which just reinforces his little tricks.
I've been involved in an editing job of late that has taken up so much time. Dakota curls up under one of my side desks and patiently waits for me each day. If I start to forget lunch or dinnertime, he's up and shoving his nose under my arm and hand with the mouse under it and refuses to let me continue. I laugh at his persistence and agree to shut down. He trots out of the room with his huge smile on and wagging tail and races down the stairs, pounces on his teddy bear and is ready to play and eat. Mom realizes we need to get out more.
It was a tough day for Dakota....a double whammy. It was the "BIG" dog show and it was Valentine's Day. He was not a happy camper at times. Heaven forbid that the spotlight was not on him 24/7. He did not appreciate the attention given to all of those dogs on the TV screen. He kept giving us dirty looks but it didn't help. And, of course, he couldn't have any chocolate. Then there were the ongoing 'thank yous' with a kiss here and a kiss there. What's a poor Golden to do except try and come between his forever mom and dad. And the worst part was his card to his favorite dad that Katie made was sitting on the mantle and being ignored.
Much to his dismay, he has not been getting as many treats. He counts and he knows when two treats turn into one. Starring at the treat box doesn't seem to help. Between dad's daily noontime bowl of no fat yogurt with treat sprinkles to his bedtime snacks being cut in half, he casts his sad eyes up to try and make us feel guilty but it doesn't seem to be working. He has no idea why this is happening. Unfortunately he doesn't understand that his Forever Mom doesn't dare take him out to the vet for his heartworm test, yearly shots, etc. and find out when he gets on the scale that it's registering that of an elephant!!!! So it is prudent to get this under control before April appears on the calendar.
Dakota has discovered that if he doesn't get up in the morning, he gets all sorts of positive attention. His 'love-in' session has been growing and growing by the minute....Literally. It started out at a minute or two and now he's got mom involved for at least 15 minutes. Trying to extend this golden opportunity means turning around and pouncing on dad's chest while he's trying to sleep. After spending the whole night pasted up against his leg and taking up all of his covers doesn't endear him to face licking and nipping at his ear as a good morning wake-up call. Then there is that weight factor. He is not the small version of a Golden.
His newest trick is when he is outside, which has increased by a bushel, is to dash up the stairs of the deck and head for the door only to stop on a dime, turn around, and run back down to the yard. He then turns around again and with a huge smile on his face, he comes back up and into the house. Oh how he loves to tease me. He thinks it is so funny. He drops his teddy bear and has a huge smile on his face, panting like crazy, and the tail wagging full tilt he's so proud of himself. It's a darn good thing I have a sense of humor at my senior age, which just reinforces his little tricks.
I've been involved in an editing job of late that has taken up so much time. Dakota curls up under one of my side desks and patiently waits for me each day. If I start to forget lunch or dinnertime, he's up and shoving his nose under my arm and hand with the mouse under it and refuses to let me continue. I laugh at his persistence and agree to shut down. He trots out of the room with his huge smile on and wagging tail and races down the stairs, pounces on his teddy bear and is ready to play and eat. Mom realizes we need to get out more.
posted by Katie | 8:19 AM
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