Everyone in my family is weird. I
think I have established that fact before. I suppose an argument
could be made for a genetic influence contributing to the weirdness
in my home, but then how would you explain all the crazy critters we
end up with? I mean, I expected my children to be a little weird,
they really didn't have a whole lot of genetic normalcy coming from
my half of the contribution, and all of their Father's had their own
unique brands of weirdness as well. So, the kids never stood a
chance. But why are the animals in my family so weird?
Take our dog Jack for example. A few
of you may have seen his picture on Mother's Facebook page, I posted
it the night we brought him home last August. He was six weeks old
at the time and just as cute as could be. He is a Red Heeler, aka an
Australian Stumpy Tail Cattle Dog with a permanent grin on his face.
He stands knee high now and he is already almost stronger than I am.
Now Jack is a very smart dog and he learns new things really quickly,
when he wants to, but he is also extremely stubborn and when he
doesn't want to learn something, he won't. He is still a puppy, so
he does still have some issues with bladder control when he gets
excited, but there is nothing particularly unusual about that.
What makes Jack weird is his
personality. I swear he is the MOST jealous dog on the
face of the planet! No one in out house is ever allowed to go
anywhere near anyone else when he id present. He cannot stand it!
Now we are a physically demonstrative family, always have been.
Everyone gets hugs or kisses or just a pat on the back all the time,
and we tend to often be found in close proximity to one another, so
having a dog who believes that this is unacceptable behavior and that
no human being should be allowed to touch anyone but him in his
presence can lead to some fun times let me tell you. It really is
quite funny to watch him. He can be sound asleep on the couch and
the minute I start to walk toward my husband to talk to him, the dog
is awake, across the room and up in the chair next to my husband
making sure he puts his body between us. He will bark and growl and
act like he is going to tear me apart if I dare to reach out to touch
my husband. Now he is NOT violent, but he does like to pretend he
is. He is very careful most of the time to make sure he doesn't hurt
anyone, although he just doesn't seem to understand the concept of
his dew claws being painful when they rip though human flesh, but he
really isn't trying to hurt anyone. He just wants you to
think he is.
He is a pretty good dog, if I tell him
No, he will stop and allow the physical contact to occur, but then he
gets mad at me afterward and tries to eat my clothes. The clothes I
am wearing at the time. His favorite thing is my slippers. I am on
my third pair this winter, his puppy teeth really did a number of the
first two pair! Now that he has his adult teeth, and a little better
sense of his own strength, he doesn't tear them up as fast. I
generally try to get dressed during the day and put on my jeans and
tennis shoes whether I am planning on going anywhere or not because
it makes me feel better when I get dressed for the day. Jack is not
allowed to chew on my tennis shoes, and he knows this. But at some
point during the latter part of the day my feet start to get cold and
I end up changing into my slippers and you can just see the
excitement on that grinning little face! His eyes light up and the
instant the first one is pulled on my foot he launches his attack!
Growling and nibbling and biting that slipper like he has a personal
vendetta against all things soft and warm. As I said, he is always
careful to bite around my feet and never
to bite down into any body part that happens to find its way between
his teeth. But if you didn't know he wasn't tearing me limb from
limb it sure could sound like he is!
Jack is a very sweet dog, he loves to
lick my face and he gives a great hug, especially if he thinks he is
in trouble. He's just a little weird, like everyone else around
here.
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