My dogs are my children. My dogs are my mom's grandchildren. Even though I know they are "supposed" to be treated as dogs, I am sure a professional trainer would say that I humanize my dogs a little to much. But I like letting them sleep on my bed, I like talking to them, and I like making up stories as to what they must be thinking.
Ok, now that I've put that on paper, I realize how crazy that sounds, but I'm sure other dog owners will understand....I hope.
I have two dogs. One is an Australian Shepard/Akita mix. As expected, she's very intelligent. I know I'm supposed to be the leader, but part of me tells me that she has just tricked me into thinking that I'm the leader. We've nicknamed her the Nanny. She prefers everyone to be sitting, move slowly, and talk quietly, if she were 18 (and had opposable thumbs) she would be voting for the legalization of marijuana.
The second is a Newfoundland/Retriever mix. Every second of every day is a party for him. Always happy, always optimistic, and constantly trying to get in the middle of everything.
We had the Nanny first. As what happens in so many families, the first one was sooooo angelic, we thought for sure a second one would be just as easy......
No comments:
Post a Comment