I don't know many dogs who get to live they way Elvis does. Yeah, I know a few who get to go every now and then, who like to ride in the car, wind in their faces. But Not like Elvis. He gets to go EVERYWHERE and do everything.
Today, for instance, he woke up with me, headed to the car where he got to peep out the window of the truck on the way to work. Then, when we arrives at work I let him get out on his own, no leash, after looking both ways for traffic. He runs to the shrubs we have along the sidewalk and does his business, then to the door where we go inside. He is then greeted by ALL the employees who absolutely adore him. After clocking in, we head to the groomshop. He runs ahead of me and scratches on the door. That's when Melinda, the other groomer, opens the door for him (if she's made it to work before me). He then gets either canned food (lamb and rice preferably) or fresh fried catfish that Melinda usually brings to him daily. After his meal, he settles in his nice, cushy doggy bed for a nap.
Of course, the rest of the day usually includes greeting all groom dogs, frequent trips outside, and sometimes he works. His job is offically the "mouser" now, seeing as to how he's already trapped and caught 5 mice in all and hardly ever wets their fur when ge grabs them as not to harm them. I usually either put them in the live mouse trap or take a walk to the field to the left of us and let them go.
After work, we head home, head hanging out the window and the wind blowing in his hair. There are other trips also: trips to Norman to the dog park and PetSmart, trips around town, sometimes we visit Nana. He even gets to go IN Blockbuster with me, where the employees there are always excited to see him and usually ask for him by name is he's left at home. He's with me 99.9% of every day. After a long day he likes to sleep in his favorite spot on the bed which is right next to me, under my arm.
There are times when he doesn't get to go. If we go out to eat, or go to a movie, he has to stay at home. However, I usually raise the blindes alittle if it's cold, or he'll play outside with the other dogs until I return. He's always mad at me when I leave him, and he puffs up and refuses to give me a goodbye kiss. He knows that I would never leave him for long without bringing something back for him, whether it's left over steak from eating out, or a toy of some kind.
I know that the day will come when he will no longer be with me, and it puts my mind at ease to know that he has definatly smelled the world and lived life to the fullest. I'm just glad that I could provide that for him and hope that all dogs get to smell, see, and taste as many things and Elvis has.
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Wednesday, January 13, 2010
It's a Dog's Life!
I don't know many dogs who get to live they way Elvis does. Yeah, I know a few who get to go every now and then, who like to ride in the car, wind in their faces. But Not like Elvis. He gets to go EVERYWHERE and do everything.
Today, for instance, he woke up with me, headed to the car where he got to peep out the window of the truck on the way to work. Then, when we arrives at work I let him get out on his own, no leash, after looking both ways for traffic. He runs to the shrubs we have along the sidewalk and does his business, then to the door where we go inside. He is then greeted by ALL the employees who absolutely adore him. After clocking in, we head to the groomshop. He runs ahead of me and scratches on the door. That's when Melinda, the other groomer, opens the door for him (if she's made it to work before me). He then gets either canned food (lamb and rice preferably) or fresh fried catfish that Melinda usually brings to him daily. After his meal, he settles in his nice, cushy doggy bed for a nap.
Of course, the rest of the day usually includes greeting all groom dogs, frequent trips outside, and sometimes he works. His job is offically the "mouser" now, seeing as to how he's already trapped and caught 5 mice in all and hardly ever wets their fur when ge grabs them as not to harm them. I usually either put them in the live mouse trap or take a walk to the field to the left of us and let them go.
After work, we head home, head hanging out the window and the wind blowing in his hair. There are other trips also: trips to Norman to the dog park and PetSmart, trips around town, sometimes we visit Nana. He even gets to go IN Blockbuster with me, where the employees there are always excited to see him and usually ask for him by name is he's left at home. He's with me 99.9% of every day. After a long day he likes to sleep in his favorite spot on the bed which is right next to me, under my arm.
There are times when he doesn't get to go. If we go out to eat, or go to a movie, he has to stay at home. However, I usually raise the blindes alittle if it's cold, or he'll play outside with the other dogs until I return. He's always mad at me when I leave him, and he puffs up and refuses to give me a goodbye kiss. He knows that I would never leave him for long without bringing something back for him, whether it's left over steak from eating out, or a toy of some kind.
I know that the day will come when he will no longer be with me, and it puts my mind at ease to know that he has definatly smelled the world and lived life to the fullest. I'm just glad that I could provide that for him and hope that all dogs get to smell, see, and taste as many things and Elvis has.
