Posted on December 3, 2015
Two nights ago, I heard my daughter Cate whispering to our dog, Chase Muttley. She was kneeling down, very close to his face her little hands scratching him behind his tall ears. I couldn’t begin to guess what she was saying but I assumed her murmurs to be sweet nothings or puppy/baby talk. She finished speaking to him, sat up far enough to kiss him on the head, and skipped back over to the couch where I was sitting. She jumped and spun to land with a plop next to me, smiling like a fool and buried herself under the blanket to finish watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas on television with me.
Her cheeky return to the couch had me curious as to what they’d been “discussing.” She gave no indication of sharing with me. Minutes passed and I finally had to ask her, “What were you and Chase talking about?”
“I was telling him to sleep well tonight.” She said matter-of-factly.
“Oh did you?” I said back. “How sweet of you.”
Her little mouth quivered at the edges, as if there were more to the story…
“I told him to sleep well, cuz, I was probably going to be sneaking into your room after you went to bed and I didn’t want him to scratch around his kennel so you could hear me coming!” Her eyes were bright and shiny by the time she finished speaking. She then erupted into giggles. Her little cackle filling the room.
“And how do you know he will listen to you?” I asked.
“Because mom, I asked him very, very nicely, gave him lots of kisses and promised I’d give him treats. Chase LOOOOOOOVES treats!”
I’m not sure if she followed through on her end of the bargain, but Chase didn’t make a peep all night and I woke up with that little blondie sleeping soundly next to me in the morning.
Posted on July 11, 2015
Our dog, Chase Muttley, is around 18 months old. I’ve been told that in dog math, that makes him about 20 years old in human years. I realize I haven’t spoken of him on my blog and thought I’d introduce him to you.
As he’s grown we’ve had our struggles with him. From the beginning he was a very active dog who was happiest when he had a job to do. As a Cattle Dog/Husky/Collie mix, he’s bred to work hard and we have to keep him very busy. When he was adjusting to our house he showed signs of dominance and was hesitant to see himself as anything but the alpha in our pack. He’s slowly relinquished that alpha tendency and has become a loyal and trusting member of our little family.
We learned this week that he is a big fan of the garden hose, and he spent a lot of time today, the hottest day of the year so far, running through the hose and wearing himself out in the process. His joy in such a small act is a reminder to enjoy the little things…