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Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Henry and the dogs



Of course there’s a new dog in Wisconsin. Henry.


Ann explained Henry to me.  An older couple who board their old, fat cocker spaniel at the kennel got a bright little Springer spaniel puppy to liven up the cocker spaniel’s life.  I doubt the old, fat cocker spaniel ever had any use for a non-stop puppy, and as Henry developed into umpteen pounds of non-stop spaniel, always on the move, always doing his job, he turned out to be too much for the old folks who brought him home.

Henry was a fortunate fellow; Ann and Pat agreed to take him.


 
What a charmer this fellow is.  He and Freyja tumble and thump and wrestle until she cries “Uncle” and heads for a nap on the sofa.  Henry continues on his rounds—round and round and round the sofa, the chairs, the entire house, watching every window for sign of whatever Springer spaniels watch out for.

Food is the testament of Henry’s level of activity.  All the dogs in the house are in the forty pound range and eat about two cups of food daily to supply their caloric needs.  Henry maintains his trim physique with six cups of food a day.

Henry is so young, so bright, so inquisitive.  Sad he cannot be the hunter nature intended him, but he landed on his feet with the next best home.  Training is progressing; he’s magnificent at sit, stay, come, OK.” He waits his turn for his food bowl to go down, or to advance for a treat.

 “Out of the kitchen.  OUT of the kitchen.  OUT OF THE KITCHEN,” is not Henry’s best.  “Like a kid, always testing,” Ann says.   Henry isn’t interested in the kitchen for the usual reasons.  For him it’s more real estate, more territory to cover, more windows to scour the landscape for…….???



Freyja, the husky mix,  is far better behaved than my last visit. She  leaves the kitchen when told, but her toes are at the ready to start the journey over to the linoleum.



Seamus holds the place of kindly old observer.  No one is head of the new house pack yet. 



And poor old Zoe.  Her increasing dementia is sad.  In the house she wanders into corners and waits patiently for them to move aside.  Outside she just keeps going.  Through the burrs, through the creek.  She has to be called constantly, before she’s out of cognitive range.  We did lose her for a bit one day and when we mentioned it to Pat over supper he sighed and asked Ann “When are we going to take off her collar?”  HaHa.   

21 comments:

  1. Henry looks such a bright little spark so glad he found a good home with you all.

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  2. Springers are wonderful dogs!

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  3. Poor old Zoe. We had a cat with dementia...it's difficult to watch them fading.
    Jane x

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  4. Seamus has such a doleful face. Poor Zoe--to be so confused, but lucky to be so loved.

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  5. Lovely dogs. Too bad about Zoe.

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  6. Good people.
    Zoe reminds me of our old Winkle endlessly patrolling the exterior of the house....

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  7. Henry, bless his puppy heart, has got to be Shelley's ninth cousin twice removed.

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  8. Henry is a fine looking fellow/

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  9. That's a lot of dogs to keep track of.

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  10. Sounds like a happy household full of dogs.
    Merle..........

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  11. Thank heaven for good people who take good care of their dogs. Dogs can be great friends but, like people, some can challenge our patience.

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  12. Sweet dogs! But it's tough when they get old. Still, there is something lovely about a geriatric canine. :)

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  13. Thank you for the update on the dog farm :) Like others have said, they're lucky indeed.

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  14. What a handful but lovely dogs.
    Joe wants a Husky.
    Our elderly retriever used to stand behind the kitchen door in glorious forgetfulness & circle the kitchen & lounge. He went quite deaf & blind & was hard to stop on walks. We used to get people coming in the opposite direction to turn him around ! He recognised my blue coat ( and anyone else wearing similar he would follow ! )

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  15. There's nothing like a bunch of dogs to liven up a household!

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  16. I am always astounded at our dog, Socks. He is a Scottish Terrier. One day, I gave him his first bone to chew from the butcher. He did not chew it, but begged and begged to go outdoors. Thinking that he really, really had to go, I let him out and discovered him a few moments later,digging a hole in my petunias and burying the bone! I kept wondering if he was very, very bright (because...truly...how did he know to do that?) or very, very stupid (because after he buried it, he promptly seemed to relax and forget all about it...)

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  17. Wow! I didn't realize dogs could also suffer from dementia.

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