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I adopted my support dog from the Humane Society when she was a guesstimated 9 months old. All they know for sure is that she was dropped off by a fellow who claimed he saw her flying from a moving car window. He stopped and waited with her a while, but the car did not return.
Folks are constantly asking me if she is an American Pit Bull. I have surfed the breed and they are right. She looks like an AKA classic. I still don't trust the in-breeding that goes in to creating a "Breed." Way too Irish for this incest survivors taste. There were no papers tied to her collar when she was dropped off at the pound. They disconnected the puppy plumbing.
She is the best road bud I have ever had. There is not even a close second. No training needed on the jumping out the window in a parking lot thing so many dog owners have trouble with. I am not willing to put it to the test, but I suspect she would rather bake in the car than jump through that window. I am tempted to ask a stranger to try baiting her through it, though. . .
The thunder is rolling here in Sikeston today. My big, strong, mean looking bitch is afraid of thunder. She is objecting to my notion that it is good for the skin to take showers in the rain. Big ol' scaredy dog. Here she comes, trying to be a lap dog again. . .
Just hyper-graphinating. . .
Folks are constantly asking me if she is an American Pit Bull. I have surfed the breed and they are right. She looks like an AKA classic. I still don't trust the in-breeding that goes in to creating a "Breed." Way too Irish for this incest survivors taste. There were no papers tied to her collar when she was dropped off at the pound. They disconnected the puppy plumbing.
She is the best road bud I have ever had. There is not even a close second. No training needed on the jumping out the window in a parking lot thing so many dog owners have trouble with. I am not willing to put it to the test, but I suspect she would rather bake in the car than jump through that window. I am tempted to ask a stranger to try baiting her through it, though. . .
The thunder is rolling here in Sikeston today. My big, strong, mean looking bitch is afraid of thunder. She is objecting to my notion that it is good for the skin to take showers in the rain. Big ol' scaredy dog. Here she comes, trying to be a lap dog again. . .
Just hyper-graphinating. . .
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I did the dumbest thing today. I charged my earbuds, unplugged the block and put the block in my little bag instead of the earbuds. I wasn't happy about that when I got to the gym. What a dummy!
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Ever since I stopped doing therapy because of insurance, I've been feeling that old tense and irritable sense of anxiety and stress. I hate that. I was making so many strides and changes during therapy, my therapist would acknowledge all of my progress and accomplishments, and I miss that reassurance. Today I thought about it, and I made those changes! She would always tell me that I chose to...
The Humane Society told me she was "a mix." I like curr dogs. No in-breeding. I don't keep up with trophy shows of any stripe. For me, AKA still stands for "Also Known As."
But thunder? Fuggetaboutit. Scared tough kitty.
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Woof.
There's many things that dogs just don't understand... My dog is fine with thunder but he's afraid of the garbage truck if it happens to be going by when we're on a walk
It might be worth a try to offer her a treat on the other side of the window in order to take that fear away .. I wouldn't push it too hard though if it were me... Animals can overcome things so much easier then we can and forgive...
I read a book on Cognitive therapy that testing was done on animals.... Not really mean but animals were used in the beginning days and when things were turned around for them they seemed to heal almost immediately emotionally
In the bit less than 3 years she has ridden in my bitch seat, she has consistently known it before I have. Her ways of saying, "Look!" are priceless.
The knowledge of what happened in the first months of her life are unavailable, but I am not believing she has fully healed. She still has horrendous nightmares and places I still cannot get her to go. I believe we are a peer support team. Just a couple of damaged souls doing the best we can with what we have.
Or. . .
More transference? I do not argue that transference is one of my psycho demons.
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I have Rex's picture on my phone with his head in the cooler, saying, "Where's the beer." I use my cell as my alarm clock, and every night I kiss his picture on my phone. Rex is a big boy, a Rottie-Shepherd mix. He was adopted and apparently was kept in deplorable conditions, outside in a little kennel. He is terrified of thunderstorms so we always gave him thunderstorm pills before a storm. I still talk to the ex and she says he is much better with storms now.
What a wonderful world it would be if we were all dogs. I can dream.
Humility is an important part of bonding in Arf World. A good dog is still a dog.
It's not about being perfect. It's about working it out.
Now that you mention it, she never has gotten upset with me for coming home smelling like another dog. Seems to enjoy it, in fact.
Now the two-legged dogs are a whole different breed in and themselves. They are no different than the brown piles that our two-legged friends so proudly pile in the yard.