Junior pulled his first duty as watch dog yesterday. I had to take Dad to a doctor appointment yesterday afternoon, so I spent a good hour with the dog before we left, exploring the back yard and playing soccer with his ball. I left him with his ball, but I think he sat by the window most of the time we were gone. It took almost two and a half hours at the doctor and by the time I got home the dog was frantic to see me. I gave him hugs and he gnawed on my hand a bit and whined. Junior is basically a good dog.
I made up a new game yesterday that we will probably never play again. I got a free tote bag and put it over his head and let him go. He shook the bag off pretty quick and I laughed at him, but it pissed him off and he took to destroying the bag. He ripped it into little pieces. I had to lure him back to my room, as this happened in the front room with Dad watching, and when we were safe in my room I got out my knife and helped him rip the bag to shreds. He finally calmed down and went to sleep on my bed. I picked up the pieces of the bag and trashed them. I don’t think he actually ate any of the bag, just ripped off pieces and spat them out.
Since I had stressed out Junior so much with leaving him alone and setting him off with the stupid bag, I let him snuggle up next to me in bed and fell asleep. I slept through the whole night without any memorable dreams. It’s 20 to seven now and Junior is still crashed out on my bed. When it gets light I will take him out for his morning walk. Hopefully he does his business outside in the yard, though it is ten degrees F this morning outside and he may have some problems.
It’s been over three weeks now since I adopted Junior and he is slowly learning to be calm despite the fact that I rile him up now and then. I let him lead me through the yard for a while yesterday and he found rabbit tracks and a chipmunk trail. I thought I had whacked all the pesky chipmunks last summer, but I guess a couple were too clever for me and managed to stay out of my rat traps. It’s sad that I had to do this, but they had built a nest in the Malibu and gnawed through a brake sensor wire. That repair ran $300, and the rat traps came in at eight dollars.
Junior nipped my right ring finger yesterday in his rage and drew a little blood. It was my own fault for pranking him like I did. God forbid anyone breaks into my house, there’s going to be a mess to clean up if they do. With the dog at my bedroom window barking, I think that will be deterrent enough to keep anyone from thinking they can walk into my house and rob me.
While waiting for Dad at the doctor yesterday in the parking lot I started reading The Call of the Wild by Jack London. That novel, written from the point of view of Buck the dog, is very horrible and violent. In the first 40 pages more bad shit happens to that dog than is believable. Still it’s interesting and I may read some more this morning. I guess things were different 122 years ago in the Gold Rush, and animals were not treated kindly.
I have some Loreena McKennitt going on the computer now for the dog. Tomorrow is my birthday and I will be 59. It is supposed to snow Sunday and Monday and we may get six inches depending on how the storm goes. I am safe in my house with plenty of food and I don’t have to go to the doctor for another week. Junior is being a good boy now and sleeping. I had a cup of tea to wake me up and I may run my Happy Light for a while to chase away the darkness-induced winter blues.