Puppy therapy

Whenever I see puppies I feel happy. Their sweet puppy breath, little pink toes and fat round tummies make me want to sweep them all into my arms. I watch them play, they’re silly and often uncoordinated as they wrestle with toys, blankets and each other. When they sleep in a puppy pile my heart melts.

“There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face.”

Bern Williams

Two black dogs make me smile

It is the little things that often amuse us and I’ve been lucky this week to witness a few of the entertaining antics of our two black dogs, Maxi and Bundy. When I am tired or cranky, spending time with them lifts my spirits and makes me laugh.

As she gets older, Maxi is slowing down but when she gets to the vet you would never know that she is an old dog, her excitement and joy at seeing the vet makes it difficult to weigh her, she jumps up and down like a kangaroo and the weight toggles between 27 and 34 kilos. Maxi loves to rub her face against my leg just like a cat and if you take too long to greet her upon arrival then she will let you know with a funny, long growl. At the beach she loves to swim and run and jump in the waves, the water is also her safe place, the place she goes when other dogs become too annoying.

Bundy is a funny little dude, he invites himself into the kitchen when I’m chopping up vegetables and sit close by waiting for a chunk of raw carrot to gnaw on. Maxi hates vegetables and will pick them out of her food, but Bundy seems to love them especially when they’re raw. Tonight I watched him as he destroyed a box of wrapping paper and scattered pieces across the lounge room floor, following that he found a balloon to play with and chased it around the garage, snapping at it until it popped. Bundy always seems to be on a search and destroy mission, playing with balls, bottles, stuffed toys until they pop and he either ‘unstuffs’ them or leaves them lying in the yard. He’s not a puppy anymore, we often wonder how long he will play these games, some people tell us that there is a year or two to go before he becomes a lounge lizard.

At the moment it is raining, I can hear it hitting the pergola roof and there must be a storm because Maxi is freaking out a little. Maxi hates lightning, thunder and other loud noise, we used to give her puppy valium but I don’t like giving her too many drugs – at her age she has enough already. Bundy will sleep through a storm, lying on his back, feet in the hair and snoring as though he doesn’t have a care in the world. I sound like a crazy dog lady, my husband tells me I am besotted with them but there are worse things I could obsess about 🙂