I could have slept really, really well last night. Instead, I slept badly.
All because of the Red Dog—AKA Rocky, our Golden Retriever.
Last evening, I let the dogs out before shuffling off to bed.
But only one dog went outside.
The Red Dog was not interested…
Tossed on his back, paws up in the air—the dog was counting sugarplums. I could have flipped him over and dragged his 85 lb. body from the couch. But I lacked the energy.
And yes. I ‘trained’ the Red Dog—or didn’t train him. In my defense, Golden Retriever’s are known more for their tail wagging enthusiasm, than for being obedient. And for being really, really cuddly and cute.
The Red Dog obeys…eventually. Or when he feels inclined. Or when somebody waves food that catches his attention…
For example, when he is smelling something fabulous outdoors—a pile of crap or a dead fish on the beach–he comes when I call him. It just takes a while. And requires a bit patience. He looks at me…then continues sniffing around. When he is ‘good and ready’, he runs over to me, tail wagging, ears flapping as he bounces around.
He is a wonderful companion. Sweet and happy. But he does what he wants to do. When he wants to do it.
And last night, he wasn’t in the mood to get off that couch. And I wasn’t in the mood to change his mind.
Used to his personality, I let him be and went to bed. My mistake.
He roused me at 2:15 am, by panting inches from my face. He needed to go potty, so I dragged myself from the comfort of my bed and shuffled out to the family room to open the back sliding door. Was there a choice?
The Red Dog piddled. Then bounded back inside and came to a sliding stop near the “Good Dog” treat jar. Waiting. Tail thumping wildly.
I obliged him with a treat. Then dove back into my comfy bed, the other (smart) dog a step behind me. No sooner was I wrapped up in my blankets, eyes closed, Grace dog curled around my ankles—when the Red Dog was BACK!
Panting in my face. Again.
I threw the blankets aside. For the second time.
This time, I stomped to the back door…lacking a bit of my good humor from the first go-around. Was there any reason he didn’t take his dump the FIRST time I let him out?
He took his time out there. And I did NOT rush him, because I did NOT want him to wake me a third time.
That is why I am a little groggy this morning, not quite ready to greet the full day ahead of me.
The Red Dog?
Not to worry, he’s napping.