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My Dog Day Afternoon (literally)

Mason

GG

I couldn’t think of any other title that could and would describe my afternoon with my dogs, but as you read, you will discover what I’ve discovered – that there is something wrong with one of my dogs. I have two dogs, Mason and GG, and the problem is Mason. I try to think of him as a Dr Dolittle but in reverse. The relationship he has with other animals is not normal. “What do you mean?” you’re thinking. He incites animals. I know dogs can incite other dogs, and people on some occasions, but with Mason it’s squirrels, cats, ducks, and now sand cranes in Florida.
My dog day afternoon actually started the day before when Mason, ten years old, attacked my nearly seventeen year old GG. They are both Shih Tzus so they are small, weighing less than twenty-five lbs. GG has lost her hearing and is not seeing too well. She was lying on the bed and Mason, upon coming up their stairs to the bed, just attacks her for no reason. She’s an old girl but she was holding her own until he knocked her on the floor. I know you’re wondering what was I doing. I was in shock for about a minute then, hearing GG shriek, I came out of my temporary coma then jumped up as fast as my fibromyalgia body would let me. I was so mad I was seeing red. I picked up GG checked her there was no red color anywhere. Mason got a spanking that afternoon. He knew I was mad because he walked around with his head down for the rest of the day. There are times when we know that they have to be kept apart, like when he’s sleeping she can’t touch him, or when he’s off in lala land staring at a wall. The wall staring is an often occurrence; I guess over the years we’ve gotten used to it.

The next morning, Mason is barking and running back and forth. I come out to see a squirrel plastered to the screen on the patio. The squirrel would not leave. I swear I think we brought him from New Jersey because he stands in front of the patio on his two legs and, with a nut in hand, he stands there and eats while watching Mason act like a maniac barking and running back forth. I wonder if the squirrel thinks he’s at the movies since he came with snacks for the Mason show. This is the same thing that the squirrel in New Jersey did, snacks and all. The neighborhood cats in New Jersey must have wanted to see the same movie because they would start coming by and pace back and forth in front of the door until Mason would start his act. I’m just thankful that in Florida, so far, we haven’t seen any cats in the neighborhood.
Florida has been interesting. Mason was good when we first got here but after two months, he must have realized we weren’t leaving so back to the old Mason. There’s a lot of dogs in our neighborhood. Do you know how hard it is to avoid people with pets? It has been trying.

Sand Crane spreading his wings
Sand Cranes and babies

Yesterday afternoon was, to say the least, crazy. We have two sand cranes in the development, one was pregnant, and we had been waiting for the babies. The gestation for sand cranes is 29 to 32 days. Finally, she had her babies and they are so cute. The cranes have been walking around with the babies and getting food. They came close to the screen with the babies close to them when, of course, Mason sees them and starts with his barking and running back and forth the length of the patio. I guess the baby cranes’s daddy didn’t like what Mason was saying and he opened his wings, started making a sound, hopping around, and moved toward the screen. I swooped Mason up and moved very quickly inside and closed the door. You can bet fibromyalgia didn’t have me moving slow this time. I have no idea what set the cranes off yesterday afternoon because Mason has been acting crazy like that before they had the babies and only one other time they didn’t just ignore him. The other time, the cranes put a hole in the screen because they wanted him bad.
The white ducks were never a bother to Mason. Lately, he doesn’t want them around anywhere, that includes in the pond and the other side of the pond. He’s barking and running around and I guess like the cats and squirrel, they have started walking in front of the patio to see the performance that Mason gives.
I want to give you a good description of the cow incident. We were walking GG and Mason past a field which had about eight cows. When Mason sees them, he starts his usual routine. Well, I guess the cows weren’t happy with his shenanigans because they all came to the fence and side stepped their way down the fence as we walked. That was truly a sight to see.
That was my dog day afternoon. I often get asked why do we still have Mason. Well, my purpose for Mason was to keep GG moving, which he has. Today, they are back chasing each other; the sand cranes, squirrel, and ducks are not around. I’m having a peaceful Sunday.

Retirement and Dogs Part 20

I hope you have read the previous 19 blogs, because then you have an idea that there is something wrong with this dog. If you haven’t read any of the previous blogs, take a minute so you can understand why I say he’s a handful. I want to share with you how K, GG and myself deal with Mason.

I will start with K, because he pulled the wool over her eyes from the beginning. K was not a dog person at all, until I convinced her that GG needed company. I let her pick the dog, so she would feel a closeness to him/her. Mason was laying in a corner by himself while his siblings were all playing together. That should have told her something, but with her being a novice of dogs, and me not wanting to interfere, I didn’t say anything. Mason was sort of cute with his cross-eyes and fuzziness. K’s love for Mason didn’t come easy.

She wanted him out when he pooped on the floor and peed on the couch. We argued. She wanted him out when he barked all night. We argued. She wanted him out when he had anxiety and would run all over the house like every room was his bathroom. We argued. She wanted him out when he embarrassed her and got put out of Pet Smart dog training. We argued. She wanted him out when she had to spend money to buy 3 couches, a crate, and French doors to block into the kitchen and dog gates. We argued. I know you’re wondering how it is that he’s still here. He is still here because she went to Afghanistan and I knew Mason would bark whenever someone came near the house. That is the reason, and the only reason, he is still here. Mason is now 7 years old, and 2,555 days later, he’s finally got it.

K has come to love him and find him adorable. The biggest problem now is her begging and pleading with him to move over since he gradually weaseled his way up to the head of the bed so he can share her pillow. There is also the fact that he ignores us when we talk to him. We call his name, and he looks at you and turns his head. We can call him again and again and he will just ignore us. The only way to get him to respond is clapping your hands or making some kind of noise. Mason still stares at walls, which is a little strange to me. He stares at walls now even when the sun his shining. He is a dog that loves sunshine and warm weather. If it rains, thunders, lightening or snows his anxiety starts and he’s off into doggy mind land. The main thing is that, after all the arguments, money spent, begging and pleading, she loves him now. It was rough getting to this point, but we made it.

GG couldn’t stand Mason when we first brought him home. She would give me the evil eye if I touched him. When Mason came into a room she’d leave the room. GG would just look at K and I when we argued as if to say “You brought him here. I didn’t ask for him.” I think, after trying to get her to be motherly to him, Mason gave up and started trying to get her put out. Why do I say that? He’d go and hit her and steal her food and play with her toys. He’d hide milk bones and still does. Mason would do things and then sit innocently while we tried and figure out who did what. At night, going upstairs, GG would push him down the stairs and keep going into the bedroom. It was funny, but not so funny that we didn’t realize he could break a leg and cost us more money. It took her at least 5 of the 7 years to get used to him being here. She does her matador shuffle when she’s tired of him bothering her. The matador shuffle is her moving each of her paws like a matador in a bull-fighting ring. When she does that it’s on, and Mason better watch out. Mason still thinks he should be first, but I show GG love first. I can’t say that she loves him, but she tolerates him. I feel that one of Mason’s main jobs now is to keep GG moving. She’s 17 years old and I feel that he keeps her running and jumping.

I deal with Mason very incognito, because showing him too much attention in front of GG gets me the evil eye. He’s older and more settled into how he should behave. Mason is not a normal dog, and we know it, but he’s our abnormal big pawed Shih Tzu. I’ll surprise you with the next blog. Be safe.

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Retirement and Dogs Part 19

I sometimes wonder if Mason thinks he is a human because he stands on his hind legs a lot. He is the only male with three women and there are times when he thinks it’s all about him. A example is when it’s hot he lays in front of the fan thinking of only his comfort. He pushes GG out the way when they come in from outside because he wants to be first in. It’s all about him. Then when he has weather anxiety if we want peace we had better all get in the bed while he’s going through his episode. I’m counting GG with K and I because she is a female. Mason ways definitely remind me of some of the men I know. These men have limited consideration and a me first attitude. Here are more reasons where I can compare him to some men. He likes to sleep on a pillow next to one of us, but it doesn’t stop there he has to stretch out. I mean stretch out like you have no room to lay flat. You have to lay in your side. I can here K some nights pleading with him to move over. He wants to be in charge of GG, like he wants her to chase him, and when their food is put down, he likes to eat it first, and leave GG only what he doesn’t want. When GG happens to eat first, or he decides he wants more after she starts eating, he tries to sneak up behind her to snatch her food. K and I watch as he saunters behind our chair to come up behind her. It is funny because he actually thinks he’s doing something. We can dress him in different outfits and he doesn’t mind, but GG? She’s not having it. She somehow gets the clothes off, or she will just lie there like a lump of clay. One day, while K was in Afghanistan, Mason got out while I was looking in the mailbox. I had on my pajamas because it was a lazy day for me. A UPS truck drove by the house and Mason took off behind it. The UPS truck made a left turn and Mason was on the truck’s tail. I’m running down the street in my pajamas and slippers yelling, “Mason!” Of course, he didn’t stop. I haven’t run in years, but I knew as much of a headache as he is, I couldn’t explain Mason getting out and chasing the UPS truck, and me not running after him. I ran out of gas chasing him for a block and a half. Okay it wasn’t far, but to me at that time it was like a marathon. There were people out looking at me running down the street like a crazy person, however, when they realized it was Mason I was chasing, they understood. You see, Mason has gotten out before, but instead of me, it was K who was in her pajamas falling all over the yard out front trying to catch him. He’d let her get close, and then take off in the other direction. She had slippers on so when he would cut to the opposite direction and she tried to catch him, she’d fall on her butt. It was funny, but now that it was me being embarrassed , it was no longer funny. Our whole neighborhood knows of Mason because he is so loud that they can’t help but notice him. The other reason they know Mason is because when one of us is walking them, he is usually pulling us down the street while he tries to get after a squirrel. The particular day I was looking like an idiot running down the street ended when the UPS truck stopped and Mason stopped running. I think he realized he was not at his home because he was looking all around. When I finally got to Mason and picked him up, he was shaking. I guess he was scared. I didn’t care that he was scared because here I was in the street in my pajamas. I know he didn’t understand, but I used a few choice words on him from the time I picked him up until we got home. I tell you, Mason is going to get us killed. GG is nothing like him. If she was, I’d be crazy. I mean, she did have her moments, like wanting to play all the time until I’d have to go sit in my car to have some peace of mind. She has more sense than Mason, and she doesn’t follow him when he’s up to his antics. There is an opening where the gate and the gate door come together. Mason will go out the opening and run around to the front door and bang on the door. GG just stands there. What we used to do when he got was to open one of the car doors, and he’d jump in thinking he was going for a ride. When we brought him back, GG would be standing at the door, and as soon as Mason was put down, she’d jump on him. I guess she was trying to tell him something, but it took a long time for him to learn. Mason is older now, and the only thing that has changed is he no longer runs all over the place. He just goes to the tree out front, and then comes to the front door and bangs. I have stated this before just like a boy takes a little longer to catch on to things so true it is for boy dog too. I was supposed to blog about how each of us deals with Mason, but he ran out the back and came around to the front today, so while it was fresh on my mind, I decided to share some of his antics with each of you. Be safe.