Once upon a time, an anxiety-ridden puppy named Mitchell came to live with Dog-Mom in a small village in northern Illinois. Mitchell was so timid, and frightened of Big-Evil- Scary-Dog-Mom, that he cowered in a corner for two full weeks and only came out when Big-Evil-Scary-Dog-Mom brought neighbor Lucy – the westie-bichon -frieze down the block – over to play. Mitchell loved Lucy.
Big-Evil-Scary-Dog-Mom was so mean, she invited the vet-doctor-person over to the house to examine Mitchell and prescribe some sort of medicine to help Mitchell get over the cowering. The vet-doctor-person helped leash Mitchell so that he could take walks. Once leashed, Big-Scary-Evil-Dog-Mom made Mitchell wear a leash in the house for a week, and when they finally were able to take walks…she put a second leash on him.
The first walks were scary. Mitchell would only walk half-a-block before putting on the brakes. But Dog-Mom who was neither evil nor scary anymore – just big – persisted, and eventually convinced Mitchell that they could walk the two whole blocks to that cute neighbor Lucy ‘s house whom he missed greatly.
Mitchell learned to love a new phrase…”Want to go for a walk?” He started bringing his leash to Dog-Mom who was no longer that big anymore either.
Still, Mitchell needed to learn how to ride in a car. He didn’t like it. For over a year, Dog-Mom would lift him up and plunk him down in the back seat for a ride in the car. Sometimes they would go to visit the vet-doctor-person…and Meredith, Mitchell’s favorite vet-tech. Sometimes they would go to Dairy Queen, and Dog-Mom would let him have the end of her ice-cream cone. Other times, they would go to the Little Trailer in the Big Woods where owls, and deer, and turkeys, and other strange things lived nearby.
Finally after almost a year of “rides in the car”, Mitchell connected the words with the experience, and joyfully jumped around the house making snuggly noises in total anticipation of the car-ride experience.
The Big-Evil-Scary Dog-Mom is now just Dog-Mom and is the only privileged human-type – besides Meredith the vet-tech – who is allowed to rub his ears.
Once upon a time in a village in northern Illinois, dwelt a scared little dog named Mitchell. After rescue, adoption, vet care and a lot of reassurance from dog-mom, Mitchell blossomed into the confident little bad-ass he was intended to be. He discovered the joy of playing tug of war with Lamb Chop. (He now has four in various stages of disembowelment). He fell in love with the vet techs who watch over him and spoil him rotten when Dog-Mom has to travel. (They create the Mitch-suite for him complete with comfy bed, toys and a welcome mat…No exaggeration!!!) He accepted the fact that dog-walker Martha is not going to dognap him and is there to help on days when Dog-Mom has an extremely busy day. He learned that long walks in the forest preserve are fun, full of great smells and potential friend encounters. He even discovered that all human types are worth at least a sniff…but maybe not worthy of petting him. (Mitchell is very picky about what human type can rub his ears.)
Today, Mitchell realized that dog-mom needs protection from the evil wind demons that live in trees on windy days and make weird windy noises. (Sometimes the evil wind demons try to gain entrance through the chimney…then they make even weirder noises) These demons deserve to be growled, threatened, barked at and attacked because they threaten Dog-Mom who needs constant protection…
Today wind demons….Tomorrow dust mites.
Again..Dog-Mom feels so safe.
Once upon a time, a little dog named Mitchell was afraid of his own shadow, and a dog-Mom named Marianne was totally bereft from grief after having lost her beloved Moose. The two met, and Mitchell went home with Dog-Mom…but he wasn’t real crazy about the situation. .or Dog-Mom….or any other human types for that matter. He cowered in a corner and hid in his crate. After awhile Mitchell came to appreciate that Dog-Mom was not Satan’s spawn, came out of his crate, and decided that Dog-mom required protection. A growl and bark were needed. He discovered his image in a mirror and growled at the foreign dog that recently and unexpectedly moved into the house (too funny).. He discovered a backyard invasion of bunnies and squirrels and decided to growl and bark at them. (I’m dying to see what he thinks of the coyotes around here.) He discovered geese and threatened them. The silly birds flew away.. He saw a skunk in the back yard, and went berserk. (Fortunately Dog-Mom and Mitchell were both safely inside the house and behind a patio window while the skunk was outside in the yard.) He even discovered that growling at Dog-Mom was ok when playing tug. Today he discovered mourning doves. Guess what he’s decided to growl at now? Dog-Mom feels so safe.