Did you know that one, you should never forget your phone at home when you go out, even for an hour?
Did you know, while you are out, your uncrated dog can trip your home security alarm?
Did you know, it wasn’t his movements that tripped the alarm?
Did you know, when you have a breed, who is half German Shepherd (GSD), they tend to be a bit protective, esp. in the house?
Did you know, if your protective GSD mix perceives a threat or sees an animal in your backyard, and he rushes the window, it trips the alarm stating “glass breakage”?
Did you know we got home in time to cancel the police response that a certain canine prompted?
Did you know a certain GSD mix will return to being crated when we aren’t home?
Did you know looks are deceiving?
Here is the culprit, trying to eat his canine brother’s new dog dish. Apparently, it’s meant to be a toy, but no one told this human about that, who promptly removed it from said culprit’s mouth. Ahh life with canine kids….never a dull moment.
Did you really expect me to end that with party? Silly you. As I was waking up, this topic was taking formation.
I have two dogs, a hubby and a Cal-King (wider than a standard king) bed. You would think there would be room to spare. Quite the opposite; courtesy of my canine friends.
The dogs are not huge. One is medium size and the other a tad smaller. Smokey, the smaller of the two, is the human body contact dog. He must physically touch you to sleep. This means, I have a cuddle buddy every night.
We all fall asleep in our given positions, yet somehow, in the middle of the night, my bed shrinks. I tend to wake up nearly falling of the bed, or pushed onto a space that would be equivalent of half a twin-sized bed. Rarely is the bigger dog the culprit. Tis the young pup who sprawls out in all his canine glory.
Whether it be laying on the covers, stretched out in a diagonal position, pushing me off with his little muscular body or is just the right angle to put me in a fetal position, he is a true bed hog.
Most days I awake to find myself in a unique sleeping position. Yet my pup is oblivious to the predicament he creates.
That being said, I love my dogs. They are my pack and I am their Alpha. To some that sounds funny, but to them, it is their reality. I am in charge, they know it and respond accordingly. I wouldn’t change our sleeping arrangement at all. Even if it means a nightly “battle” for the optimum sleeping position.
Smokey Bear, that would be the nickname of my 18-month old pit mix; Smokey. He’s a bit smaller than the average American Pit Bull Terrier, as he is mixed with Bulldog. I only stand 5’2″ and he only comes up to my knees. That being said, my little pup packs a punch with his solid weight.
Smokey believes, if you are sitting on the couch or trying to relax, you obviously want him with you. He has no problem almost smothering you with 50 pounds of solid love. Your human persona will be replaced with that of cuddle machine. You are there for him to nuzzle your arms, lay his head on your heart so he can put his ears back and look into your eyes.
You are a jumping board. When he needs to get up in a hurry, as you are the current cushion, you are magically transformed into a platform so he can spring to attention. He will listen for the quietest sound and loudly alert you. His favorite time to do this is between 4:00 a.m. and 6:00 a.m. I am usually the only one up and he does his best to alert the neighborhood to the mystery sounds of city life.
“I’m listening, Mom…..shhhhh”
This is my “ferocious” pit bull. He loves attention, loves showering you with attention and he doesn’t even need an invitation. He sees a person and he sees a friend. He’s a little, solid ball of love. Of course, when he can’t cuddle the closet human, he will settle for a snuggle with his canine brother. Good night boys.