I’m not one to complain about the weather – really, I’m not – but this is too much! I don’t mind the high snow banks, but the sidewalk ice drives me nuts! We should have heated city sidewalks! Of course I realize how impractical that would be – I’m just venting!
During my walk with Oliver this morning, I slipped on some ice and down I went. Oliver, who was now loose because I lost the leash, kept going. I’m not sure if this was out of embarassment (what self-respecting American Eskimo Dog wants a mom who cannot keep her balance on ice) or his lack of attention! In either case, he was quite far down the street – at least I think he was! I actually couldn’t see him! You know what happens with. A snow white dog heads toward a huge snow bank? He disappears!
Luckily, he returned to me – I think to laugh – when I called for him. A couple of months ago, he would’ve been gone. I think we’ve made amazing progress!
Well, that’s my ice story for this morning. Check back later today, an article on the GOP Problem will be posted later today.
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Thanks to Heart Bandits and other American Eskimo Rescue sites, we have been able to adopt two American Eskimo dogs; Skywalker (1997 – 2010) and Oliver. American Eskimo Dogs are fabulous little guys, but you really have to have the right temperment in order to live with one. That’s why a lot of them end up in rescue. So, it is with my two boys in mind that I’m appointing Eskie Rescuers United as today’s charity.
I miss my late American Eskimo Dog, Skywalker. It has been more than two months since I took him on his last ride. It has been more than a month since I had to look into my grandsons’ eyes and tell them that Skywalker had gone to Heaven.
This past weekend, my three little guys came to visit and more than once, I had to answer the question, “Nana, where’s Skywalker?” Patiently, I would explain that Sky was in Heaven with God and Mr. Mann (our late cat).
I remember how Sky and I would play Hide N Seek. I would go outside and hide – sometimes in the front bushes, sometimes behind the garage or behind the house. Cheryl would wait a little bit and then let Sky out of the house with the command, “Go find, Mommie.” Sky would come racing out of the house, stop and quickly scan the area for any sight of me. He would cock his head and listen. If he couldn’t see or hear me, he would put his nose to the ground and begin hunting me down until he would discover me in my lousy hiding place. I’m sure that our neighbors must’ve thought we were all crazy.
On bright summer nights (and some winter ones), Sky and I would go outside and howl at the full moon. A neighbor once told me that she wondered what kind of neighborhood she had moved into when she heard Sky and I singing to the moon. I’m lucky no one called the cops.
Sky’s most annoying and, yet endearing quality was when he would bark. Oh, I don’t mean a bark or two hundred – he was an Eskie after all. Whenever he would break a rule – run away from me, not come when I called, get into the garbage; I would give him a lecture. I would make him sit in front of me and I would talk to him as if he was a five year old child and not a dog. He would sit quietly and stared – unblinking – at me. Sometimes, if the lecture went on too long, he might turn his head and yawn. When I was done with my lecture – which must’ve worked, as he wasn’t bad very often – I would turn away from him and very quietly, I would hear him go “Woof.” The little pain in the butt wanted the last word. Drove me nuts. If I turned back around, he would turn his head and look away, like he hadn’t “said” anything. I’d turn away again and “Woof.”
These memories of my smart (ass) dog came to mind while I was reading an article on Roadrunner News. The Washington Humane Society decided to conduct a