I always write about our dogs’ craziness and how they add to my level of crazy. Which you’ve probably figured out that my level is pretty high. So I thought I’d write about my gratitude for them and their crazy. I, mostly, wouldn’t trade them for anything. I do make sure they know how much I appreciate each of them individually and as a whole. They are definitely spoiled. Which, to me, is really how it should be. Each of them could use a bit more discipline in a few areas but that just means they aren’t perfect. As odd as this may sound, I am grateful for that too. Maybe that’s because I have that in common with them. I don’t want to make any of you gag or straight up vomit, so I’ll try to keep the mooshiness and gushing to a minimum.
I’m grateful for their unconditional love. The absolute best thing about our dogs is that they love me no matter what. Let me assure you, that’s no easy task. Obviously, that’s really hard for you to believe but it is true; ask Marc. With the dogs, I can be mad, sad, or just plain crabby and they’ll still want to sit in my lap, fart in my personal space, and stick their nose in my rear. All of which I’m positive are endearing behaviors. It doesn’t get more unconditional than that.
I’m grateful that they make me laugh all the time. With so many dogs, it seems that one of them is always doing something that’s funny. Whether it’s Ryder doing the whole sneak attack face lick thing. Or Jax laying on whomever is in one of his many spots. Or Zoey wiping the nastiest booger slime on my leg when she comes to give me love. Or when Crispie sits in my spot on the sofa in the same position as a human. Or Blaze pawing me because he’s positive I don’t see him six inches away staring at me. All of these things make me laugh. Well maybe not every time, but definitely more often than not.
I’m grateful for their help with my patience. Crispie helps me the most with this because she steals anything she can get to. She does this even when we’re home, which is the biggest test of my patience. She usually focuses on getting food but she’ll take any object she can. Ryder also helps with my patience when he steps on me while I’m sleeping. Or when he steals a blanket and tears it to pieces. Oh and when he turned the 20 feet hose into a stump (pictures to come). Zoey helps with this when she will not stop barking.
I’m grateful for their personalities. Each of our dogs has traits that I envy and hope to have one day. Crispie is tough. Stubborn but tough. I’ve got the stubborn part down, just gotta work on that tough part. Zoey is strong. She’s shown over and over that she can take a hit from life and keep on going. I like to think I have a bit of “Zoey strength,” but mostly I just go in the closet and cry when needed. Blaze is relaxed and forgiving. I do not have the relaxed thing down. I might have the forgiving thing down though. Hmm, if I’m being totally honest here, I don’t have that either. Jax is loyal and always hangs with me. I can definitely say I am loyal. If I say I always hang with people it kind of makes me sound like a stalker so I’ll just let that one be. It just amazes me how considerate they are to continuously help me (A bit of sarcasm? Maybe).
I’m grateful that they appreciate and love playing outside. Sounds weird I know but when they want to go out, it gets me outside as well. They can go out any time they want, but when I say, “Let’s go outside,” they go absolutely crazy like they’ve never been in the yard before. I like to think that’s because they’re super happy that I’m going too. They are so easy to please. I don’t have to envy them for that because I’m super easy to please too. HAH! Yea, I’m laughing at that too. If Marc read that sentence he’d probably wet himself from laughing. Ok, back to reality…I’d love to be able to say that the simple things make me as happy as they make them; I’m working on it though.
I’m grateful that they’re always happy to see us. I absolutely love that when we come home, they all jump up and down and bark and are so dang happy. Sometimes that happiness is in the form of pushing and almost knocking us on our ass but they mean it with love. It’s amazing that the sight of us can have such a positive effect on them. I feel that way when I see a Dairy Queen. Uhh wait, I think I mean when I see Marc. Yes, yes, that’s right, I mean when I see Marc. Either way, I feel like a rock star when I walk in the door.
I’m grateful that they don’t get mad. I can mix up their food bowls and switch them mid meal. I can accidentally step on a paw or tail. I can take their rawhide bone away because the others have finished theirs. I can take them to the vet for things they really don’t want done. No matter what, they don’t get mad at me. I want to be like that. I mean obviously not pertaining to paws, tails, and bones, just the not getting mad part. And if someone takes me to the vet I am going to be very mad! I just want to be mellow about what goes on.
I’m grateful that they clean the floor for us. You can think I’m being a smart ass but I’m serious. They do an amazing job! When we’re cooking, ok when Marc is cooking, and something gets dropped, they are right there to help. When I drop ice on the floor, they clean that up too. It’s only a bad thing when we drop something they can’t have, like a grape or onions. Then it becomes a WWF match between us and them. Other than that though, our gang is better than a Hoover, Dyson, and Roomba combined.
I’m grateful that they are so easy to please. They’re happy when they get pet and loved. They’re happy with a bowl of food and treats. They’re happy with a yard they can run and play in, even if the grass is dead. They’re happy to lay on the floor but appreciate the beds and furniture too. They’re happy with whatever toys we buy them. How can a person not be happy about those simple K9 pleasures but in human form? That’s rhetorical because it’s impossible.
I’m grateful that they are good at being sick. No, I’m not grateful they get sick. I am, however, thankful that most of the time they throw-up and they’re good to go. They don’t need crackers and 7-Up. They don’t need to lay in bed, be waited on, and watch TV all day. They (usually) don’t need to go to the doctor. Maybe they need some boiled chicken or hamburger and some rice but that’s it. So simple. They are such troopers. Heck, I’ve seen Jax throw-up on the fly and just keep going. Now that’s impressive.
I’m grateful that they are willing to share their warmth. It doesn’t actually get cold in Arizona; well those who live anywhere else wouldn’t say it’s cold. For us, it can at least get chilly. It’s nice though because all of our dogs allow us to use them as feet warmers. I don’t get cold too easily but my feet do get cold. It’s fantastic though, because whichever dog happens to be on the bed, will let me put my feet under their butt or against it. It’s better than a heater and wool socks.
I’m grateful that they are a natural stress releaser. Funny thing here is, they don’t even know the power they have. I can be having a crappy day and, because they sense this, they all want to give me attention. I can be so crabby or mad but watching them play will always make me laugh. I can be miserable from the heat here and cursing the fact that we live one mile from hell; and it’s at that very moment that Ryder walks up and stealthily licks my face. They are the greatest homeopathic antidepressants ever!
I’m grateful that they are good company. No matter what I watch on TV, they watch it with me. No matter what music I have cranked up, they listen to it and don’t complain. When I want to nap, they want to nap with me. When I want to sit outside they go with me. When I take a shower, they’re just outside the door. The same is true when I’m going to the bathroom; kind of a boundary issue on that one. No matter what, they are there keeping me company. They’re the greatest companions ever.
I’m grateful that they are incredible watchdogs. I’ve mentioned before that they chase thunder and bark at nothing. That’s all very true. However, when they go into protection mode, they’re immediately on guard and ready to work. There’s absolutely no doubt that they’re set to take care of whatever the threat may be. I can’t explain how crazily fierce the barks that come from these dogs are; but I can tell you, they each take their job very seriously.
Let’s recap. I’m grateful for their unconditional love, that they make me laugh, that they help me with my patience, that they love to play outside, that they’re always happy to see me, that they have awesome personalities, that they don’t get mad, that they are great floor cleaners, that they’re so easy to please, that they are great when they’re sick, that they share their warmth, that they are natural stress releasers, that they’re fantastic company, and they have amazing watchdog abilities. Phew! That’s a lot. You know, they offer so many wonderful things to me and they expect absolutely nothing in return. Basically, it boils down to this: I’m grateful that they are great examples because they, unknowingly, provide me with the perfect road map to become the human that I strive to be. Just one more reason why I’m thankful for and admire our entire gang.