I like your signature as well BH....
"We give dogs time we can spare, space we can spare and love we can spare. And in return, dogs give us their all. It's the best deal man has ever
made" -- M. Facklam
This fella gets it.
I can sit through movies with the usual bad guy shooting the good guy situations uncomfortably like most,but when its obvious someone is going to hurt
some bodies family dog,I have to leave the room.
I can see you guys love your Jaia as much as we love our Sampson I get the impression sometimes people like us are considered weird.I dont care if
their right,but I can only assume that they just dont know.
This is a small glimpse into Sampson`s type of personality,when he became tall enough to do this,he would wake me when the sun came up,by coming up to
the side of the bed and if I was asleep on my back he would give me a quick lick on the cheek then rest his head on my neck until I began to stir,he
would then start to become more excited and playful as if to say "morning Dad! the suns up! what are we going to do today!?"
Sometimes I`m too tired to get up especially on the weekend to be up at 5-6am, so I have a jar now of bone shaped biscuits at arms reach which are
about 4 inch's long, to give him one and tell him to take it outside,when I give him one, he trots off outside through his dog flap in the back
door,only then to turn straight around and come back through the flap, back to the bedroom and up to the side of the bed again and lay the now wet
biscuit on my bare neck (eww) gives my cheek a lick then picks up the biscuit and proceeds to go and eat it outside.
(as if to say "sorry I
forgot to thank you") the weird part is he has made a habbit of forgeting, which has become a routine,I dont know why,maybe its because I always
laugh at it?
He then has always waited patiently until I wake up of my own accord.Now it could seem that the biscuit was some what teaching him to do this,but
thats wrong,he woke me this way before the biscuits,I introduced the biscuits only so`s I could go back to sleep, also sometimes he doesn`t even eat
his biscuit,its outside when I eventually get up,but still does it.
When he was about 8 months old he was stung by a bee on his back paw when we were all at a park,Sampson was busy trotting around smelling things etc
he wouldn`t go any further than about 60 feet or so from us and so I wasn`t paying any attention of where or what he was doing,a heart wrenching yelp!
and then crying! came from him I spun around to see him running toward me using only three legs,minus one of his back,I knelt dowm on one knee to meet
him,he positioned himself between my legs and sat,bringing the offending paw up toward my nose so I could see the little sting,every time I tried to
touch the paw he would pull it away,then put it back under my nose,as if to say "look! dad, but dont! touch it,it hurts" while his little body was
I was so sorry he had to find out what a cruel world this can be and is,like a parent.
to those who love their dogs and the joy they bring.