Mason, GG and my grandson Alex
Argh, he’s still here.
I’m sure we all who have a dog thinks their dog is special, and I’m not saying Mason isn’t special, but he’s a little off. I’m not saying he doesn’t have his good moments, but those are mostly a relief that I’m not calling his name for something he’s doing wrong. We all have our way of dealing with Mason, like GG pushes him down the steps with her nose, I show him the remote, and K, well, the back scratcher is her weapon of choice.
Alex weapon of choice for Mason
Let me give you a scenario: I have put stairs up to the bed for GG to come up more easily as she’s gotten older. Mason will go and lay across the stairs so that she can’t come up, then GG starts barking to let me know that something is wrong. I start calling Mason to move, and after about the sixth time calling his name, he’ll turn his head toward me and go back to pretending he hasn’t heard me. This is annoying, just as if it was a child doing it. Finally, I pick up the remote and have to get up off my comfortable spot to stand in front of him and wave the remote, and then he takes his time getting up. Boy, oh boy, I really want to pop him. I’m not saying he has never gotten popped, but it has been very few times because I’m scared I might have flashbacks to all the things this dog has caused and done, and I might not stop. The newspaper headline would read “Woman in Jail for Beating Her Dog.” If I’m going to jail for anything, let it be something worthwhile, and not because of Mason. Has anyone noticed in his pictures Mason’s head is small? Does that mean he has limited intelligence for a dog’s standard or what? Let me give you a comparison: GG was home alone when I went to work, so she had to get used to weather occurrences. Mason gets left home with GG, but maybe since she has no interest in him he feels he’s home alone. GG has no problem with thunder, lighting, rain or snow. Mason has issues with all weather conditions, except sunshine. When it’s thundering and lightening most dogs get scared, shake and try to find a comfortable place to hide. Mason not only does those things, but we all have to get into the bed. I mean GG, K and myself have to get in the bed, and Mason lays on the bed and faces the wall and stares. Not normal. What’s even weirder is he will stare at things when the rain is far away. The rain can be in Delaware and moving our way, and Mason would be staring at the food container or anything in his path. We have come to use our weather dog for more accurate weather predictions than the weatherman. My cousin emails me and says “ I know you are being held hostage.” I guess that could be a true statement. We can only move when he finally moves. What you are wondering, is what happens if we don’t get in the bed. Mason is running around upstairs, downstairs, barking and shaking. I’m afraid he will give hisself a heart attack. We had to finally take him to the doctor for something to help, because the thunder shirt didn’t work, nor the shock collar. The first time he had anxiety meds they where too strong, and Mason would be staring at the trash can or walls with no rain forecasted for the east coast. We had to take him back for a lesser dosage because he was scary. One night I dreamt I turned over and he was on top of me showing me his teeth, but when I was fully awake, he was laying down sleeping. I hope it was a dream. Mason meds are regulated, he still stares, but he is better with the shaking. I hope you enjoyed this blog about Mason, and you look forward to next week’s blog. Be safe.