I was born in Daytona Beach in the wintertime. My mom was Lacy and my dad was Pepper. I lived with my Mom and my Aunt for 8 weeks before Meme came and picked me up to move to her house. So all that time I was with my litter mates and also my Aunt's litter. So even at an early age I was used to having lots of other white puffballs around me and it was pretty clear right from the start that I was the boss. I'm a girl, but you can't always tell for sure which is the way I like it.
As soon as I moved here, Meme told me she wanted me to "socialize". She made sure that we met up with all the other dogs along our walks. And of course I had such fun bugging the heck out of my good pal, Gabby, just down the street. She's always been older than me and thinks I'm a little wacko, but I ignore that because deep down I really think she likes my company.
And then there is her Uncle Chad which is funny since Gabby is older than Chad, but he is still her uncle according to Meme. That's because Chad belongs to the mother of Gabby's mom. That's how it works. Chad used to just visit Gabby and then was visiting more than he wasn't and now he lives there. I have no idea how Gabby feels about that except I'm guessing her nose is a little out of joint. She was Queen Bee around there for a whole lot of years and now this little upstart has moved in permanently. Anyway, I love visiting with both of them and secretly envy them for having each other.
So you're wondering why I brought all this up. You're thinking ... where is Molly going with this silly story? There's a man who lives somewhere around here who has this really cute Yorkie that I've met on walks a couple of times and we got along great. But for some reason the man doesn't seem to like me anymore which I don't get at all. When we're out walking he will cross the street with Yorkie just to avoid me. I've always been very nice to Yorkie, not so much as a nip, so I don't get it.
Just this morning we went out for our usual early morning sniffaround and I saw Yorkie and Dad walking toward us on the other side of the street. So I very casually crossed over so I could get to visit with Yorkie. And what does the Dad do? Drags Yorkie across to the other side!!! I was so upset so I crossed back over again.
He said a nice "good morning" to Meme and then dragged Yorkie past me saying "come along, come along" and I just stood there looking after her and she kept turning around to look at me and pulling on the leash to come back to me. I felt so sad. He kept tugging back on the leash and it made her cough. I just keep wondering what I did that he doesn't want his dog anywhere near me.
We need friends just like people do. Look at it this way ... imagine living alone in a house with at least 2 dogs who talk only dog and don't understand a word you say. Think how it would be if you could only go outside when the dogs felt like taking you and eating only when the dogs felt like feeding you. If you can, imagine what it would be like to eat the exact same thing every single day.
And when your dog takes you out for a walk on a leash (you never quite get why you have to be attached, but you do) and finally way down the street you see another person, you think YAAAY!!!! Finally you can spend some time with another person! But your dog drags you hard by the neck to the other side of the street. Imagine how disappointing that would be, not to mention painful.
Dogs are your pets, not your chattel. We love you no matter what you do, but we also really like to sniff other dogs and check them out in our own way. It may not be your way, but we're dogs and it's what we do.
Many of us, especially small dogs, have a problem called "collapsed trachea" and we need a harness, not a collar. If your dog coughs when you tug on his leash, get him a harness to make him feel better. I'm lucky to have owners who treat me like I'm human and maybe that's a little over the top, but I'll take it over some of the stuff I see out there.
"It takes a village" to round out a dog's life. I love my village of people and dogs and I wish the same for all the other dogs out there.
'Til next time ...
As soon as I moved here, Meme told me she wanted me to "socialize". She made sure that we met up with all the other dogs along our walks. And of course I had such fun bugging the heck out of my good pal, Gabby, just down the street. She's always been older than me and thinks I'm a little wacko, but I ignore that because deep down I really think she likes my company.
And then there is her Uncle Chad which is funny since Gabby is older than Chad, but he is still her uncle according to Meme. That's because Chad belongs to the mother of Gabby's mom. That's how it works. Chad used to just visit Gabby and then was visiting more than he wasn't and now he lives there. I have no idea how Gabby feels about that except I'm guessing her nose is a little out of joint. She was Queen Bee around there for a whole lot of years and now this little upstart has moved in permanently. Anyway, I love visiting with both of them and secretly envy them for having each other.
So you're wondering why I brought all this up. You're thinking ... where is Molly going with this silly story? There's a man who lives somewhere around here who has this really cute Yorkie that I've met on walks a couple of times and we got along great. But for some reason the man doesn't seem to like me anymore which I don't get at all. When we're out walking he will cross the street with Yorkie just to avoid me. I've always been very nice to Yorkie, not so much as a nip, so I don't get it.Just this morning we went out for our usual early morning sniffaround and I saw Yorkie and Dad walking toward us on the other side of the street. So I very casually crossed over so I could get to visit with Yorkie. And what does the Dad do? Drags Yorkie across to the other side!!! I was so upset so I crossed back over again.
He said a nice "good morning" to Meme and then dragged Yorkie past me saying "come along, come along" and I just stood there looking after her and she kept turning around to look at me and pulling on the leash to come back to me. I felt so sad. He kept tugging back on the leash and it made her cough. I just keep wondering what I did that he doesn't want his dog anywhere near me.
We need friends just like people do. Look at it this way ... imagine living alone in a house with at least 2 dogs who talk only dog and don't understand a word you say. Think how it would be if you could only go outside when the dogs felt like taking you and eating only when the dogs felt like feeding you. If you can, imagine what it would be like to eat the exact same thing every single day.
And when your dog takes you out for a walk on a leash (you never quite get why you have to be attached, but you do) and finally way down the street you see another person, you think YAAAY!!!! Finally you can spend some time with another person! But your dog drags you hard by the neck to the other side of the street. Imagine how disappointing that would be, not to mention painful.
Dogs are your pets, not your chattel. We love you no matter what you do, but we also really like to sniff other dogs and check them out in our own way. It may not be your way, but we're dogs and it's what we do.
Many of us, especially small dogs, have a problem called "collapsed trachea" and we need a harness, not a collar. If your dog coughs when you tug on his leash, get him a harness to make him feel better. I'm lucky to have owners who treat me like I'm human and maybe that's a little over the top, but I'll take it over some of the stuff I see out there.
"It takes a village" to round out a dog's life. I love my village of people and dogs and I wish the same for all the other dogs out there.
'Til next time ...
Molly
