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Thanksgiving Thoughts From A Canine

Posted Wednesday, November 21, 2007 (193 days 15 hours ago.)

Hello fellow bloggers and readers.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, here in the US of A and most humans will be gathering around their table for the annual feast. Last year at this time I posted about the human feast and how we canines tend to feel about the humans we love stuffing themselves with food and passing out in front of the television set during the football game. That was last year this year I'm doing something different.

This year I'm posting a list  of 10 things I'm thankful for. Now, before I start my list I would like to tell you humans out there a bit about how dogs view being thankful.

Funny thing about we canines is that our brains aren't clutter up with a lot of biases, pre- conceptions and stereotypes like you humans. A dog judges other dogs on his scent and his pack order. Plain and simple.

Old pack members are given respect because they are old, and through age have acquired wisdom and skills that the youngsters only hope to learn. They have done their duty to the pack and are protected to live out their lives in peace.  Strong pack members are respected for just that, strength. Every pack needs protection from enemies and the strong take care of the weak, the old, and the young. So a dog judges another dog not on his breed or how big his dog house is but on what he brings, or has brought to the pack.

It's a concept that quite frankly you humans could learn from. You should take care of your elderly and respect the wisdom they bring to your life. Care for those who are weaker or needier because they need to be cared for, and honor the strong ones who protect the rest.

Canines don't judge people by human standards either. A dog will love a begger on the street as much as a millionaire in a mansion, just because he is a good human. We don't make distinctions on the color of skin, or how tall, short, fat, skinny, young, old or whatever other things you humans use as your measuring stick. A dog loves because he can. And, a dog is thankful for what he has, because he has no expectations of more.
For us, it's pretty simple, we don't judge our friends by what they have but by who they are. We are never disappointed when we don't get the best because we never have expectations about things. We never look at what the other dog has because we're too busy enjoying what we have of our own and, we never pretend to be more then we really are, so we are never confused about our place in life, and never stressed about keeping up appearances.
So, with that basic stuff out of the way here's my list:
1- I'm thankful for family. For a good family who not only care about each other but have enough love in their hearts to care about me, and others too.
2- I'm thankful for a place of shelter, because I know there are others who have none, and have never known a warm, clean, dry spot for a good nap.
3- I'm thankful for a good place to sleep, and for the fact that I can sleep without worrying about being in danger.I can close my eyes knowing I'm not on the dinner menu of a larger species. I'm thankful for belly rubs, and butt scratches and for snuggling in the human bed on a cold night.
4- I'm thankful for puppy noses. There is nothing in this entire world that can equal a puppy's nose. It's not only small and wet but it is always seeking a spot it hasn't sniffed before. A puppy's nose is his curiosity button and it's how he learns and explores his world... it's a inch square miracle at the end of his face!
5- I'm thankful for my sister. Candy has taught me more this past year then anyone, and its all because she had nothing in her life until she came to live with us. She was born to a weak, sick mother who was forced to have pups way to early in life. She lost that mother when she was only three weeks old. Some human stepped on her and broke her jaw, probably before her eyes were even open. She was 9 months old before she saw grass, or the sky or smelt dirt, or rolled on her back on the ground. She was hungry everyday of her life until she was rescued and brought to the shelter. She would have been forced to have a litter of her own in just a few months if she hadn't been saved by those kind humans at the rescue place. She told me she would most likely be dead by now, and she's only two years old!

She suffered more in those nine months then I ever will and yet she hasn't a  bitter hair on her body. She loves our humans probably more then I am capable of, and she lives every moment, every single second  with an intensity I cannot even begin to equal.  We almost lost her a couple of months ago to cancer, the humans told me she might die. It was at that moment I realized how important she was to me, and that I had never really told her so.

The nights she was away from home, in her kennel at the animal hospital must have been hard on her, she never had a good day in a cage .. until then, where she got well, and strong again and overcame one more obstacle. I overcame an obstical at the same time, I'll never hold back on telling the ones around me how important they are to me and how much they mean in my life.
6- I'm thankful for my old friend Bear Dog. Bear is 13 this year and he walks a lot slower then he did when I first met him. He's three times my size but he treats me like a brother and lets me pretend that I too, am a hunting dog. He tells me stories about duck hunting, and  I close my eyes because when I do I'm there in the blind, diving into the icy water, crashing through the reeds with the other Labradors. I'm tracking down the biggest duck you ever saw, and bounding back with it in my mouth. .. Then I open my eyes and I'm fifteen pounds again, on my back, on the ground, in his yard, and that old yellow lab is smiling. I know that one day soon the back gate won't open for me because Bear Dog will have gone on to the Rainbow bridge, but I will hold my tail up high and howl at the moon the night he passes because I know he'll be there at the bridge waiting,and that's what we hunting dogs do.
7- I'm thankful for kids. Not puppies but human kids. Not only are they a constant source of special food crumbs, they are a constant source of amazement. Human kids develop so slowly compared to canine pups and I enjoy watching our little human grow up. Heck, if he were a pup he'd be out on his own long since passed, instead he hasn't even started his education yet! Humans, you got to love em, even when they are only three foot tall.
8- I'm thankful for critters. Yes CRITTERS! Without critters what would the back yard be good for? There are so many critters in our world. Squirrels, chipmunks, raccoons, deer, skunks, the occasional rabbit and even a possum. These critters wander through our yard on a daily, or nightly basis and oh what wonderful scents they leave. So I'm thankful for all the critters that turn my suburban back yard into a wild and wonderful jungle.
9- Puppies, namely my puppies. If you think that seeing a human baby is a special treat for the parents you can't imagine the thrill of seeing a litter of your pups for the first time. I waited ten days after my 7 pups arrived before I was allowed to visit them and oh, fellow reader the wonder of it! Their they were, curled up along their mothers side, making tiny sounds and smelling like nothing else could possibly smell. And, when you're close, and they nuzzle their way around your legs and over your paws your heart can hardly stay within your chest for all the excitement.
And finally, I'm thankful for all of you, my readers. Hey, I know you're all busy and I'm a dog, so I'm sure you've got better things to do then read my ramblings. Yet you do! And you have read them for over a year now. So, as Thanksgiving 2007 comes around I'll leave you with this final thoughts.
"Walk through your life with zest for each moment because no one knows how many moments we have. Love and care for your pack. Laugh often, roll on your back in the grass and smell mother earth. Respect your elders and learn from them, they have a lifetime of valuable experiences to share. Look for the good in everyone, judge less, give more and don't forget to say thanks along the way.

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone


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Whelping Boxes and Butt Waddles

Posted Wednesday, November 14, 2007 (200 days 20 hours ago.)

Hello Fellow Bloggers,

B.J here with part three of my "pregnancy" story.

I will be begin by saying that the morning sickness didn't last long, and by the mid point of Zoe's pregnancy she had stopped making that "sound".  Everyone was relieved to be able to chow down our kibble without having to worry about at what moment that "sound" would erupt and set our paws on edge.

I should note that with her sickness out of the way her mood improved ever so slightly. She resumed her normal routine of snubbing everyone in the house with her arrogance and shoving me and sister Candy out of the television chair, off the human bed or out of her way during her ever increasing potty trips to the back yard.

Sis and I had pretty much bonded by this point, and in my mind, I had decided that sisters, no matter how bad, were better then pregnant wives!! A fact, that popped into my head one night at three in the morning, when I was shoved from the human bed by Zoe after she decided that she needed more room to get comfortable. I took up refuge with Sis on the downstairs sofa and we compared notes about "Preggers" as we now both referred to Zoe.

Candy, being female was sure that things were going to get worse before they got better. I on the other paw wasn't sure how things could possibly be any worse then they all ready were. By my read on the situation, Zoe was not only getting special food but nearly double our ration. She was also getting her way about sleeping in the human bed or the television chair. Sis and I were both told not to "play rough" with her due to her "condition".  How could things get any worse?

That question was answered the following week. Our downstairs room where we had our beds, television and toy box underwent a drastic change one morning. It began with the arrival of a large, wood scented box. The male human had been working on this thing for a few days in our garage, but no one knew exactly what it was.

That morning we were all introduced to a change in "arrangements". Our beds and toy box were brought upstairs and a stretchy gate installed at the top of the stairs. The large wood smelling box moved from the garage to the downstairs and into the spot where our television watching chair had been. Once the box disappeared down the stairs sis and I were herded up the steps and the gate closed behind us.  "Downstairs is off limits to both of you" the humans told us as we peered over the gate and down into what had been OUR space.

Later that day Zoe disappeared down the steps too. She was to start spending time in her "whelping box" and making her nest for the pups. She also started taking her "special" meals downstairs as well and would come back up afterward and regale sis and I about the mounds of cottage cheese, fresh roast beef, yogurt and other morsels she had just consumed.

"What are you doing down there all day?" I asked her a few days later.

"I'm busy making my bed, ah, the pups bed." she retorted licking a spare morsel of cottage cheese off her whiskers.

"All day, every day?" I asked.

"Yes, and I don't want you anywhere around my box!" she snapped, twitched her regal tail and walked away with her nose in the air.

It was at that moment that I noticed the "waddle"  It hadn't been there before but it was there now. Zoe has always had the ability to saunter off, tail held high, nose in the air, with just the right little wiggle in her butt, today the tail was high, the nose turned up and the rest of her swaying from side to side in a pronounced WADDLE!!

"Hey, ZOE!" I called after her.

"Do you know you waddle when you walk?, Hey, Candy, come look at the way Zoe waddles!!"

Fellow bloggers, take my advice.. NEVER.. I repeat NEVER tell a pregnant female she waddles! You will regret that remark for days, weeks... maybe even months!!

I knew I was doomed when she stopped, turned and walked straight up to me. Nose to nose, lip curled, that deep voice that comes from somewhere dark and dangerous.

"What did you say, hairball?"

"Ah, errrr I said you've got a cute little waddle when you walk?" GULP!

"Not what I heard, you undignified piece of rawhide! You called me FAT!"

"Fat never came out of my lips" I replied. I thought fat, but I didn't say fat.

WHOP! Her regal paw slammed down on my head "WELL JUST DON'T TALK TO ME!"

"OK, like er, no problem, I won't say another word." Ouch! Darn that hurts when she does that!

Zoe slept downstairs in her "whelping" box that night and I didn't see her again for the next two days except on her trips to the backyard for business. We didn't speak as she stomped out the back door and back in. But sis and I had several good giggle sessions in the middle of the night as we recalled the way she was waddling around.

In just a few days her belly was all you noticed as she walked past and she began to pant and puff as she climbed the steps frequently throwing herself out flat on the rug at the top.

"Zoe, are you really uncomfortable?" I asked one morning as she lie panting on the carpet.

"Don't talk to me." she puffed " I can't move!" she groaned and got to her paws. "UGH!! This is terrible I'll never get my figure back. I'll be all stretched out and saggy and I'll never set paw in a show ring again!"

"Yes you will, after the pups come, you'll be just like your ol' self." I suddenly felt sorry for her.

"The humans say that there are a least 7." she said softly.

"Seven?" GLUP! "Isn't that a lot?" I was suddenly hit with the realization that I was just a couple of weeks from being a daddy.

"I don't know, but oh, my paws and my back!" she rolled over again and put her head on the carpet.

"I have to get all my hair clipped off." she said suddenly without lifting her head. "I've never not had long hair. I mean, every since I was a pup I've had a show coat."

"All off?" I asked looking at my own foot long locks. "Really? Naked? Like all gone?"

"Yes, all off. I think later this week." she sighed. "I'll be too embarrassed to show my tail anywhere for a year!"

"Ah, you'll look just fine." I stretched out beside her on the rug. "You'll be a beautiful mom."

"Think so?" she asked rolling her head on my shoulder..

"Yep, I'm sure of it." and despite her crabbiness and her waddle, and the fact that I thought she'd look pretty funny without her long hair I kept silent and gave her a kiss on the top of her head.

Three days later Zoe came home from the groomers with a short coat. I hardly recognized her as she waddled into the living room and flopped down.

"SAY ONE WORD AND YOU"RE DEAD!" she growled under her breath.

"One word? I was going to say three words." I sat down beside her.

" And what three words is that?" she asked glaring at me.

"I love you." I replied.

"I love you too." she panted and waddled off down the steps to her whelping box.

I know that mother dogs have great instinct about when they are to deliver their pups, but for the first time I felt a tightening in my stomach too. I knew that the pups would come soon, and that I wasn't welcome in her life anymore until the litter was born and had their eyes open.  I was right, Zoe spent the remainder of her pregnancy downstairs while sis and I stood at the top and gazed down wondering when the time would come that my pups would be born.

I begin sleeping at the top of the stairs and listening for any sound that would signal their arrival.Each night was a little longer as I suddenly was filled with a sense of responsibility and excitement. Sis would join me there in the early hours of the morning and we would talk about puppies, and family.

"You're lucky B.J." sis said to me one morning.

"I am?" I asked trying to see any movement from the darkness below us.

"Unh huh." she sighed. " These humans, they'll take good care of your pups, you'll be a family and they'll grow up and have good homes."

"I know." I replied knowing that she wasn't lucky enough to be whelped into a good family had had lost her mother when she was just three weeks old.

"We are a family." I said flatly. "You, me, Zoe, and the pups. You'll be a great aunt!"

"I'll teach them how to be mischief makers and drive the humans nuts" she said laughing.

"I'm counting on it." I added before we both fell silent and listened down the stairs.

More next time on whelping boxes and learning your a daddy dog.

Barks and Butt sniffs to all, until next time happy blogging!

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