What a pair! Here I am working away at my desk and in they come, park themselves beside me and sit…and stare…it’s hard not to wonder what they are thinking. Besides the obvious how awesome I am, of course. Or how much they love me, worship me, and just think I’m simply the best. Either that, or they need out. But usually when Piglet ( the larger one on the right…92lbs in fact!) needs out, she sits and the back door and stares at it. Not at me or anyone else, she actually sits and stares right at the back door. It’s the funniest thing because she often sits there for 10 or 15 minutes just staring at the door. Like maybe she’s waiting for her telepathy to kick in and open the door automatically. However, if she’s been there long enough and no one notices, she’ll let out one bark. And then she sit there for another few minutes. If no one comes and opens the door for her, she’ll bark again, but just once. So, often in our house with kids and tv’s and life going on, we may not notice until the fourth or fifth solitary bark comes from the back of the house. And then I will finally clue in and go to let her out if I happen to be the only one home, or if we are all home, someone (meaning hubby or I) will just call out “can someone let Pig out?” Thank goodness she’s a patient dog!
In this case, I think they just wanted to come and see what “mom” was doing, or perhaps they were hoping to distract me from whatever it was that I was doing because to them, it’s always a good time for cuddles, a good ear rubbing, or of course, the “ah-yeah-that’s-the-spot” belly rub that every dog lives for. Piglet likes to rest her head on the arm rest of whatever chair I’m sitting in and stare at me with those huge brown eyes of hers (again, I think she’s trying to use telepathy on me). Pooh Bear likes to put her paw on my leg and look intently at me in a way that makes me think she’s either a long lost family member reincarnated, or just wise beyond her dog years because she seems to be saying something to me with that look of hers, I just don’t know what the heck it is! And they are both all about the licking. They love to lick your face when you’re sleeping (which is great to use on the kids when I’m trying to get them up in the morning), or they’ll lick your hands if they happen to be at their eye level at any given time, or they lick each other. Piglet is always licking Pooh Bear because she’s the bigger of the two and seems to think she’s the momma, although they are sisters. It’s widely accepted that it’s a sign of afftection when your dog licks you or “gives you kisses” afterall, they are just showing you how much they love you. Right? Until you remember how often it is that they lick themselves and hope that they didn’t just….eeeewwww!
Piglet, appropriately named, likes to eat socks (usually my daughter’s), underwear (usually mine…I still say that if she’d eat hubby’s it would keep her full longer because there’s alot more material there, however…she prefers mine), anything leather (like my other daughter’s cowboy boot, right down to the sole, but just one so we have the other to use as a ? magazine holder??), and bread or buns of any kind left on the counter, and even bananas when she’s in the mood.
Pooh Bear…Poopy Bear, Pooh Berra, Bear, Pooper, Poopy Pants…it’s amazing how many variations there are for her name. I like to say (when she’s lying on one of our beds), “ewww, there’s Pooh on the bed!”, or if she happens to lay on my feet, “there’s Pooh on my feet!”. Poor dog, talk about giving her a complex with a name like that. Suddenly, I think I know what she’s thinking when she looks at me so intently all the time…sorry Bear! Even Piglet’s nicknames aren’t too bad, Piggly Wiggly, Pigletta, Pig Pen, Piggy Griggy (hubby’s last name is Grigg). Mind you, Pig does seem to think she has to live up to her name by eating anything and everything…
I could go on forever about the antics of Piglet & Pooh Bear, and I may even do so in future blogs, but for today I’ll wrap it up with this last thought…my dogs really must think I’m awesome because all I have to do is say their name once and they’ll be at my feet as fast as they can possibly get to me, eyes wide open, tail wagging, barely able to sit still and a look on their sweet, lovable faces that says…”Yes Mom?”
Gotta love ’em!