That red nose pitbull is a heart breaker. She's a rescue dog, as I think I mentioned, so the jury was out while we assessed the merits of keeping this dog.
Over the past two weeks we've set out to kennel train her so we can leave her alone inside more easily. Bonnie has learnt her first few words of "dog"! We began by restricting her movement in the house. I have a floor anchor in the kitchen that we can attach a leash too for just this purpose. My wife is a patient and tolerant woman. :D
It took Rose a few nights to decide that it was more comfortable in the kennel than on the hard polished flooring, but she did, and now we're working on closing the kennel door. The benefits of beginning this process have been wonderful and many! Yesterday I was able to leave her loose in my shop for two hours unattended. No ripped up this or that, no scratches on the door, not cords suffering from a good teething. ;^)
We have two dogs just now. One is a black lab cross (Tommy) and is all lab in temperament. Last weekend Bonnie (17 and president of everything) and I were sitting in the living room remarking on what a heart breaker Rose is. I wondered aloud about what it was that drew me to bond up so tightly with these dogs. As we were getting distracted talking about the changes we had witnessed over the last couple of weeks, Bonnie figured out what it is that's so attractive about the relationships we've had with, now two pitbulls.
She said that "Tommy love can be yours in two minutes, but Rosie love takes months." That sums it up very well indeed.
She displays affection (submission to her role in the pack) in increasingly interesting ways. One quirk I find amusing is her interest in finding a man sized log to cart around for my approval. She's both and inside dog and an outside dog. On coming outside, I usually call her to ensure that she's close and she comes to welcome me, then promptly heads off to find a big chunk from the wood pile. For what? I really don't know, but it appears as if that terrier energy just has to do something to demonstrate drive! :D It's a hoot.
Her tremendously strong jaws make the size and weight of the chosen log less of an issue than it might for some other dogs. Eventually I'll get a video of her doing her routine with some ridiculously large hunk of firewood.
She is a heart breaker for sure. I've got a love hate relationship with these dogs and, truth be told with many of the working and fighting breeds. The smart ones anyway. So many are very poorly bred and cared for. Too many dogs of all kinds never learn that the humans in their lives are supposed to be the dominant ones, it brings me to despair in weaker moments for it's implications in other aspects of the human condition. Read
Adam's Task!I've had one other dog that's taken my heart in a manner similar to this one has and losing the first one stung for a long time. My melancholy surrounding this dog is due to knowing that it's likely I'll live longer than she will and I'm going to ball like a baby when she's gone. She's full of character. Her enthusiasm is unbridled, honest and as pure a celebration of life's best attributes as I can imagine. Her bond is of the same quality as my first beloved pitbull and that always taints my feelings for this dog, because I know the cost of loving a great dog to be significant. She's no bully and very secure within herself.
I'm uncertain as to why I appreciate this type of relationship so deeply, but I do. The fact that I still mourn the loss of my first pitbull I suppose simply demonstrates that life isn't a dress rehearsal and that some of the gifts are beyond recovery when lost. < insert = "dog is metaphore for everything" > ;^)
I struggle to find the willingness to celebrate the positive things in life when I'm surrounded by so much that I see as negative. I always have struggled this way, but I have made strides toward a more positive outlook.
gleefulfish@lj and others, help me to remain grateful. When I'm with my immediate family I notice just how far along I've come. As can be seen by looking anywhere in our culture, conflict and negative press is very popular. Positive solutions and a willingness to embrace more insightful positive action is scarce.
I think I'm going to put up with Rose's heat cycles and one day seek out a dog for her. It's in our off spring that there is greatest hope. Mum? Is this true?
Romantic to the core - Ian