Biggie has been in my life for nine years now, and for this
entire time he has been my part-time dog.
His mom is a friend who currently lives in a different city from my wife
and me, but Biggie gets to come for regular visits for a few days at a
time. However, his current visit has
lasted for over nine months, and I am beginning to forget he belongs to someone
else.
Biggie’s mom is having trouble finding quality work and an
affordable place to live. While this is
something most of us have experienced in our lives (past and/or present), it is
making it difficult for her to keep Biggie at home and care for him
properly. Therefore, “Grandpa" and
“Grandma" stepped in.
We love this little doggie.
A lot. But we never expected to
have him for nine months and counting.
It’s like having a 2-year old with bad habits (or maybe it’s Grandpa
with the bad habits), but still we love this little doggie. A lot.
Biggie brings us a lot of joy, fun, and laughter. Everyday he does something fun to
watch. Lately he is starting out each
day with a back scratch by crawling under my feet and moving back and forth so
my feet do the scratching. Needless to
say, it wakes me up. So does crawling
up on me and licking my ear. This,
along with a series of doggie dances, ultimately gets me up. As soon as I am vertical, he starts nudging
me toward the kitchen for his breakfast.
As he begins eating I start making breakfast for me, but
Biggie considers it his second breakfast and does not allow me to walk away
from the stove for any reason. If I try
to step over to the refrigerator, for instance, he will begin barking non-stop
until I return to the stove. He will
allow me to leave the stove only if I am about to plate my (his second) breakfast. He will even allow me a few bites of it
before becoming worried I will eat all of it.
Ultimately he wins, and my plate gets a Biggie licking.
About two hours before sunset every day Biggie begins
announcing he wants to go out. Not
outside, but out, as in “out to a park."
A walk around the neighborhood will sometimes be acceptable, but a park
is always preferable, if not demanded.
So about 5 to 6 times each week, Biggie visits a local park where he
gets the same exercise as when he takes a walk around the block. In our back yard he can run free if he wants
to do so, but everywhere else a leash is required. But Biggie still prefers a park.
We have made several dog beds for him to sleep in and placed
them around the house. There is one in
my workroom/office. One is located
under the bed in the bedroom, and one is located in front of our living room
television, and he knows these are for him.
Just try to move one, and he will let you know to whom it belongs. But that doesn’t mean he is confined to
sleeping there. Biggie will sleep where
Biggie will sleep. Last night my wife
was working on a craft item and a large square of paper fell to the floor. Biggie immediately claimed it as a bed. He stepped onto it, scratched it a few
times, circled around for a bit, then laid himself down and took a nap. Later he abandoned it for a drink of water,
and my wife picked it up. When Biggie
returned, he looked around for it, let out a low growl, and went over to a
space between a lounge chair and the wall to lie down and stare at me for a
while as though I had something to do with removing his new bed.
Biggie also has a number of small soft toys to play
with. For the most part he just lets
them clutter up the floor around his beds, and he will rarely play with any of
them. And for Biggie, play never lasts
more than just a couple of minutes at best, but Biggie knows what is his, and
what is not. When we bring home a new
toy, he seems to know instinctly it is his.
Biggie likes to inspect the contents of every bag we bring into the
house. Groceries, clothes, hair care
products, etc., it doesn’t matter, he just wants to look at and/or sniff
everything entering our home. Sometimes
we will buy a toy for our neighbor’s toddler or newborn, and Biggie gives these
a pass. But if it is for him, he always
knows it.
Recently we purchased a small toy for Biggie, but we didn’t
give it to him immediately. Somehow we
got it past his inspection and hid it away for another time. My wife put together a small box of kid's
toys for the neighbor’s children to play with when they come to visit and
included this small (unused) toy we had purchased for Biggie. A few days went by, and the toddler came
over for a visit, so his new toy box was brought out for him to go through. Of course Biggie wanted to inspect the
contents of this box. As usual, Biggie
examined the toys as each one was taken out of the box, and as usual, Biggie
gave each one a pass, that is until his own toy was brought out. Even though he had never seen it before,
Biggie grabbed it and carried it over to his bed and sat there guarding it the
remainder of the day. How did he know?
Oh, how we spoil our “granddog.” The only problem right now is that we can spoil him, but can't
send him home. We have to live with the
results, but I’ll keep on spoiling him as long as I can. He is worth it.