My Happy Dog

Teddy gets the blues when we leave camp.  There have been times when she's taken off and run to another trailer when it's been time to leave.  I certainly don't blame her -- I'd like to stay at camp too.  She does settle down in the car on the way home, which is an improvement over the trip out on Friday night.  On the way out, she won't settle down.  We also eat Burger King in the car and she drools buckets because she wants some.


We had a dog that would go into a real funk when she woke up on Monday morning because it meant the beginning of a boring week.  She would actually mope.  At least Teddy has the office to look forward to.  At this point, she has something to look forward to almost every day.

I know this seems like a mundane topic, but I find her focus very refreshing and I long for that type of mindset.  She has basically a few states of mind: anticipation, excitement/frenzy, hunger and sluggishness (she is a good couch potato).  Her only moments of real fear or terror involve going to the groomer every six weeks.  Other than that, the only downside to her existence that I can see is her persistent hunger.  But I get that, because if I was as trim as she is, I'd be hungry all of the time too.

One of the reasons that I think I love having my dog around (aside from the never ending supply of love I get from her), is that I have the opportunity to make her so happy.  I love my husband and I can make him happy, but he has his own difficulties that I can't do anything about.  My guilty pleasure isn't only the time I get to spend with my dog, it's that I have a near 100% track record in the satisfaction department as far as she is concerned.  You can't please all of the people all of the time, but you can please my dog 95% of the time.  If only people were that easy!