Being a Doggy Mama - The PDog anti-depressant

You cannot be depressed around Puppy Dog.

Today I felt crappy, this F@#$%G cold still won't go away and the thought of job hunting felt too daunting.  I also felt foggy and tired, so decided to go back to bed.

I often run into the bedroom and jump on the bed to start a wrestling/biting game with Puppy Dog which is hilarious, but always ends with me screaming "OW!"  Still, it's squealy-funny, so it's worth it.  Unfortunately, that means that, if I go to bed in the middle of the day, he thinks it's game time.

So I get into bed and he jumps on top of me, growling and biting my right wrist.  I grabbed the covers and pulled them over my head and my arm.  This, of course, signalled a different game to him.  At last, the wrist bite combined with getting through the outer layer of fur!  So now I have a dog making that particular sniffling sound they make when they burrow through the outer layer of the animal to get to the soft, warm bits.  And next thing there's a cold, wet nose spchlocking me in the face.  I wriggled further under the covers and, hard as it was to do, ignored him.

Puppy Dog eventually jumped off, disappointed, and tried coming at me from the side of the bed.  I was lying on my side, so his nose prodded my lower back.  Boink!  Play with me, Mama.  Boink!  Boink!  I kept ignoring him.

Then the low, soft, growly whimpers started.  First one sound, then a pause, then a combination of low and high, then a pause, then a single sound again, high pitch.  It's a heartbreaking sound which really pushes your buttons, kinda like when a baby cries.  I sighed, but stood firm, and kept ignoring him.

Puppy Dog is very, very energetic.  He's only 2 years old and it shows.  He has to be walked for at least 40 minutes - an hour is much better - daily.  If he doesn't get to blow off his energy, he gets a bit nuts.

So now begins the demonstration of how badly he needs a work out.  There's the sprint from the bedroom to his cushion in the lounge, then through the dining room, kitchen and back door to the top of our small back yard, then back through the whole house to the front door, then back to the dining room to stop and do a major neck scratch with the left leg.  We have wooden floors so believe me when I tell you that I could hear every step from the bedroom.

I gave in.

Time to face the world.

I got out of bed, showered, took Puppy Dog for a walk and started hitting my network up for a job.