Twenty-two months and 11 days ago, I ‘adopted’ a 7 year-old Jack Russell Terrier, whom I renamed Ginger.
Still not sure if that was a wise, or a really dumb-a*s move.
Oh, we’re crazy about each other.
And, I wouldn’t trade her for
millions er, thousands.
Yet, living with her is sorta like an old Joan Crawford movie.
Yes, she’s cute. Adorable, even.
And, when it suits her, she’s kinda snugglely…
Mainly in bed.
For some reason, she’s convinced her nighttime duty is to park herself between those two humans she allows to sleep with her, in her bed.
Not only does she morph into a dead weight once her belly hits the covers, she insists on planting herself cross-ways.
Treasa and I, plus a sideways dog, on a queen size bed, well, makes me remember sleeping head to feet, in a houseful of cousins.
If you let your dog sleep with you, it’s natural for them to wanna touch you as they sleep.
But, is it natural for your dog to ‘snap’ at you when you try to shift them around so you don’t fall outta bed?
Apparently it is for our little girl.
She’s only warned me to let sleeping dogs lie, once.
But Treasa, who mistakenly thinks She’s Still The Queen Of The Boudoir, has needed a few reminders.
So far, her ‘snaps’ have been just that, snaps. Warnings without contact.
Personal safety issues are a major concern with rescue dogs. And many of them have problems with trust, along with varying degrees of separation anxiety.
And, Ginger has showed hints of all these.
Thankfully, the longer she’s been with us, the more accommodating she’s become.
Even in the sack!
An example of her transformation from irritable animal shelter rescue, to amiable house
pet boss, this past weekend she sat with me, with her head resting on my lap, while I watched the Detroit Lions beat the skidding into NFL mediocrity, San Francisco 49ers.
She hates being picked up.
Try to pick her up and she wiggles & squirms like an earthworm when you’re trying to bait a fish hook with it.
But, she’s a wonderful traveler. Never complains, never barks and holds it until we hit the rest areas.
Although she doesn’t especially like other dogs, she doesn’t make a fuss at them. Nor does she bark, or act up, in the house.
Ginger, won’t go potty indoors.
Which we really, really, appreciate!
On the other hand, being a lifelong Florida dog, I’ve been having trouble getting her to go #2, on the snow we’ve recently got, here in lovely Michigan.
Night before last, I had to clear an area of snow, pick her up (she actually let me, without too much writhing & thrashing about), carry her outside, plop her down on the cleared space, and wait patiently until she decided to quit holding it in…
Yeah, it’s a dog’s life!
Happy New Year to You and Yours…