My dog constantly amazes me with his intelligence and comprehension . He is a 12 year old Minature Pincher & Pitbull mix . Cool as all get out . He weighs about 30 pounds , looks like a small muscular Doberman . He has seizures in tune with the lunar cycle , don't know how they fit together . My sister had epilepsy so my heart went out to him . He was the last of the litter , nobody wanted him because of his condition . I said I would love to have him , I understand the care he will need .
He has tricked me a couple of times at a cost of my sandwhich . I'm at the kitchen table about to have lunch . He begs , I say no , he leaves the room because he understands . A little time later he's in the front room barking continuously . What in the world is he barking at ? So he's at the window , I look out the window don't see anything ... Where did the dog go ? Oh hell , me sandwhich ! I hussel back to kitchen to no aviel , the sandwhich was gone . Now he would have gotten his arse beaten for that one , but as he was no where in sight it gave me a minute to think about it . I came to the conclusion of : If he was smart enough to lure me away so that he could get the sandwhich , let him have it .
Another time I tore 1/3 of the sandwhich off , kneeled down to give it to him . 2/3 in one hand , 1/3 in the other . I held the smaller piece out toward him . He looked at it , grabbed the bigger piece and took off . Cleaver little bastard ...
So back to the seizures . When my sister would have one she said that she can still see and hear , just can't control body movement . All I could do was to try to protect her head (hardwood floors , don't laugh , not funny) and make sure she could breathe , look in her eyes and talk to her as calm as I could manage . I do the same with him . My sister died at the age of 40 . Karen is greatly missed . A week ago the dog had a bad go around for two days . I burned two vacation days because I wasn't going to leave him home alone ...
So the other day I come home from work sick with a virus . Ya the whole both ends , fever , just let me die feeling ... one . I put a pair of sweats on and climb under a thick quilt . My dog knows I'm ill and lays beside me against my leg . I get a case of the shutters from the fever . My dog gets up , comes to my face , flops down looking at me . He then pushed his paw under my cheek and I relized what he was doing . He thought that I was having a seizure . He is my best friend , his name is Dobby . Thought the story was worth sharing . Go ahead and be jealous because I have the bestest dog ever !
Steve
