Thursday, February 11, 2010
I have an old dog. Her name is Spanky - she is beautiful. She is a red lab and chow mix with amber eyes. I have had her since I was single. She was a great watch dog while she felt like she was responsible for the safety of our little pack, but since I have gotten married, she recognizes Ian as the pack leader and has abdicated her watch dog role to him.
Any way, she loves to go for walks. While my bonus daughter was here, she took her on walks twice a day. And Spanky was ecstatic. She LOVES walks. So, while Ian has been out of town, I have been taking her for walks. As soon as she sees me come in from work, she is ready to go for her walk and she wants it RIGHT THEN. Well it is snowing today in Texas. It happens a day or two most years as a light sprinkle. Today we have snow!!! It has been snowing since early this morning. A solid cover and it has been heavy enough that tree limbs are breaking. We do not normally have this kind of snow. I am not prepared for this kind of snow. I do not own boots. I don't have a water repellant warm coat. I am just not ready for a walk outside in snow that is about 6-8 inches deep.
My dog does not understand that I cannot take her for a walk. She keeps on coming and getting me and leading me to where her leash hangs. I tell her "NO." Which she does not hear because she is deaf. I go and sit back down. And a few minutes later, she does it again.
She wants her walk. She thinks that I do not understand that she wants her walk so she keeps on telling me loudly and clearly SHE WANTS HER WALK.
The good news is that she has been able to talk me into taking her for a walk even when I do not feel like walking for me, I feel like walking for her. And that is a good thing.