My dogs make me happy, like really happy.
If I’ve had a bad day, or I’m not feeling well they are there, in fact their always there, like always. It’s like I have 2 dog shaped shadows all the time. If i’m at home the dogs are where I am to the point where they will sit outside the bathroom when I go to the loo or break into the bathroom when I have a bath.
Sam is a big mummy’s boy, he will follow me everywhere, Holly will at least do her own thing once in a while.
But I also indulge my dogs, they are allowed everywhere in the house and on every piece of furniture, I know, I know, I can hear my old dog trainer now.
Now just because my dogs have free rein and are treated as our family doesn’t mean they aren’t trained. I used to be part of a dog training club so I know how to train them, I know what I should and shouldn’t be doing but also dogs are dogs, they have minds and personalities of their own and no amount of training is going to change that.
For example, Sam walks to heel, bows and does pretty much what he’s told, unless it’s to stop chasing a car. Holly on the other hand gives a high five, leaves anything she’s told to but a lot of the time chooses to ignore me completely, see personality. I trained both of my dogs in the same way, teaching them all the basics, sit, lie down etc etc but they have minds of their own and on occasion use them.
Yes they bug me, I defy anyone with a dog to tell me they’ve never been irritated by their dog, but I wouldn’t change them.
I’ve had dogs my whole life, ,mum and dad had dogs when I was born and I’ve only ever lived without one for 2 years, otherwise we’ve had 1, 2 or even 3 dogs. If I ever win the lottery, which is unlikely because I never play it, I will have 10 dogs and become the crazy dog lady.
I gotta go now though, Sams just farted and I must escape for fresh air.