This weekend I decided to come out of my slump, a self-imposed slump brought on by the death of my dog Lucky, my best friend in the form of a great grey Irish Wolfhound with them most beautiful set of eyes you’ve ever seen on anyone – including Brad Pit. Lucky died in a horrible tragic way which I still cannot write of and just three weeks later I am barely able to get out of bed without looking or calling for him. He was that kind of dog and now I am alone.
So, since I started this post to share a funny experience I will move from my sadness over Lucky to talk about what most of us talk about after a death has robbed us, the effort of moving on!
Lucky had a son, Sam, just 7 months and scheduled the day after Lucky’s death to go to his new home. My husband called the folks coming to pick Sam up and said that his wife, ME, was not going to be able to let the puppy go that weekend but would call them soon. (note my husband is hopeful to get rid of all the many dogs — we have 4! But an acre fenced yard and big hearts!) Instead Sam, somehow he got titled that, stayed and I suspect has found his permanent home. This is good because Daisy, Sam’s mother, has looked lost and sad since Lucky has not returned. Daisy still looks for Lucky when I walk in the door. It is so sad.) Gee, again I digress.
So, since we have Sam and he was staying, i decided to pull my self out of slump and take Sam for a walk. I had many walks with Lucky who was trained to not need a leash. However, for Sam, being a puppy and all, I pulled out the leash.
Sam sniffed it and out we went. I clicked the leash on Sam and he immediately hit the ground, full force full body and he is big! I laughed thinking it was funny and called my husband. Chad came out and helped me coax the dog who just sat their all big eyed cowering. We tried treats, calling him warm fuzzy names and then finally strict commands and Sam never moved an inch, except to whine.
Finally Chad, clicked off the leash, and in one electrifying moment, Sam split towards the house and into the open door behind us. Now every time we open the door he hides and for a 120 pound huge beast that is virtually impossible but he tries anyway.
We laughed, the second laugh I have had (CK’s blog post was hilarious) and then we realized we had our work cut out for us. Sam sees the leash and hides. Walking him or getting him out the front door doesn’t look likely and camping trips impossible. Help!
By the way, the “Talk the Dog” show I wassupposed to start on Planetary Streams radio is still on hold. Which is unfortunate because there are so many people who want to come on and share tips adn tricks (no pun intended) for dogs. I think it would be amazing but with my heart still so freshly broken I can’t do it myself . . . too soon, too hard! If you know someone who can help me host this please comment and let me know. Thank you!