Retirement and Dogs Part 16

Guess who snores the loudest

I hope you have gathered from my previous blogs that there is something wrong with Mason. I mean, how can one dog cause so much havoc in a family? I experienced none of this behavior from GG. K went to Afghanistan for a little less than a year, which left me and GG against Mason. Mason actually thought he was the man of the house. When it was time for bed, he would get in K’s spot in the bed and put his head on the pillow. Can you imagine turning over and knowing that spot should be empty, and opening your eyes to find Mason stretched out? GG, meanwhile, is lying on top of the covers at the foot of the bed like she’d been taught. Mason wasn’t having any of this foot of the bed on top of the covers nonsense. I would put him at the foot of the bed, only to wake up and find him there, lying next to me and sometimes with his paw straight up in the air. I couldn’t get a break. GG was not only giving me the evil eye, but now she was ignoring me when I called her. What could I do? Stay up all night to keep putting him at the foot of the bed?

I left for work before 5am in the morning, so I couldn’t take them out until I got home. I had read that, when you leave your dogs, you shouldn’t acknowledge them, you should just walk out the door. When you come home, you then acknowledge your dog as soon as you enter. Well, when I left, he would start barking and jumping on the door. I felt sorry for my neighbor because, every morning that I went to work, he had to listen to Mason’s mouth. I sometimes would stand outside the door to see if he stopped once I locked the door. Nope, Mason would still be jumping. I wonder how long after I left before he realized I wasn’t coming back. They say girls mature faster than boys. I guess that goes for dogs too.

When I came home and opened the door, I would acknowledge GG first and then Mason, but most of the time I had to bypass Mason because he would have knocked GG to the side so he could be picked up first. I would take them out as soon as the hello’s were done, and of course the mess was cleaned up. The problem was the summer because people were out. This meant I had to spend as much time trying to dodge people as walking them. When I had no choice but to pass a person, Mason would slow down and start running in circles, so now I was tangled in the leash, and GG would just sit there looking at me as if to say, “You got him so you deal with him.”

The other crazy thing about walking him was that he seemed to know where every dog lived. We would be on the sidewalk walking, and he would creep up to their door and stop waiting for a dog to show him/herself. Sometimes, I would have to  drag him from the front of houses. I think people felt sorry for me and tried to go the opposite direction or keep their dog from in front of the window or door. I was just embarrassed by his antics. Mason and the neighborhood cats were also an issue. The cats would walk in front of the door or window, which started Mason barking. When we were out walking and I had no choice but to walk in front of a cat, Mason would look in the opposite direction of the cat and pretend he didn’t see the cat. I know if I saw the cat he saw the cat too. He’s a punk, all bark and nothing else. I don’t like cats, and on one occasion when walking GG and Mason there was a cat across the street chasing a squirrel. The cat stopped trying to get the squirrel when he saw Mason, and he put his tail up. I was like, ‘Oh, shit what do I do?’ I had no choice but to keep walking toward home. The cat was taking a few creeping steps in our direction. The only good thing was that the punk Mason pretended he didn’t see the cat and kept walking. I hope you enjoyed this blog. The next blog will be about Mason and other animals. Be safe.

Author: Unique Things

Retired with dogs is not at all what you would expect. I retired from DoD about 18 months ago. My spouse and I married a year ago and just had our first anniversary. We have two dogs that have honk they are not dogs but rulers of us. Read my blogs to see why I sometimes wish I was still working.

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