Friday, January 10, 2014
See Beautiful-Tell Your Pet Their Story
As my dogs and cats get older it gets more and more important to celebrate and savor my time with them. Recently, I read a book about a common dog health problem, I will review it at a later date, and the book talked about taking the time to tell your dog their life story. The author recommended getting down on the floor with your dog or cuddling up together on the couch and telling them the story of their life, including as much of the details as you can remember and involving other family members and friends if they are close to your dog. Your dog will bask in the attention and you will be reminded of wonderful moments you may have forgotten. While the book recommends this exercise for older dogs or dogs with an illness, I see no reason not to start with a dog of any age. You can begin telling your dog their story the day you bring your puppy home for the breeder, or spring him or her from the animal shelter, or adopt them from a foster home.
While I made a photo book of little Weasley's first year of life using shutterfly
I've never really sit down with my dogs and cats and told them their story. Well this year I'm going to start. While this blog certainly can't came one one hundredth of all of my darling pets stories I do have some key memories that stick out.
Tubby, I remember the first night you came home. You cried and cried in the crate and we weakened and put you in the bed you crawled right up on my head and stayed there.
Norbert, I remember when you were about two and we would go to the dog park park every day. One day you were having such fun you forgot to check for your dad and I. For a moment you thought you were lost, you spun around and around and then ran over too us so happy to find us it broke my heart. I was reminded again of how much you depended on us:
Ping, I remember taking you on a bike ride over the Brooklyn Bridge. You were so relaxed in the basket. You loved going down the bridge and feeling the wind in your face. It seemed like everyone in Brooklyn stopped to pet you.
Bob, I remember when you were a baby and we took you in a relatives swimming pool. You couldn't swim but you loved the water and you still do.
Weasley, and I apologize for this one, I remember when you were taking your puppy training class and there was a group of family members in the front row watching their dogs. You were tooting so much, as you often do, that everyone in the front row had their shirt pulled up over their nose.
Baby cat, I remember, when your father and I adopted you as a kitten. We were all set to name you Totoro after the Japanese animation character. That night watched Bringing Up Baby on AMC, you watched the movie with us, and that decided your name
Scooter, I remember when you were a tiny black kitten. We were staying with your Great Aunt Antonia and she was eating a pork chop. She got up to go to the sink and you pulled the pork chop right off the plate and started eating it. It was bigger then you.
Ernie, I remember when we had just adopted you and you had to have your leg amputated because before your adoption you have been hit by a car. You were so sick and we had to give you so much medecine that sometimes you hid for us. Other times you would sit there and let us give you the medecine you seemed to know we wanted to help you.