It seems whenever I have a terrific post lined up, technology has other plans. Thinking about the hours I have spent on getting something to function properly makes me a little nutty. It makes my dog even more nutty. Though Shiva has greatly benefitted from my online activities in the form of new toys and tasty treats, she is no fan of the Internet. Especially when things go awry and my frustration escalates.
Yesterday evening as I was battling with a video editing program – and losing – Shiva decided to take my angry growls as a signal for play. Dogs are usually better at reading human body language than we are at reading our dogs’. In this instance, Shiva’s instincts were off. Way off. Not only did I not want her par-destroyed fire hose on my keyboard, I did not want her tongue on my cheek. The more I pushed her away, the more she insisted upon shoving her wiggling body in my face.
A smarter, less stubborn dog would have backed off and chewed on the perfectly good antler sitting on the floor. Not Shiva. She has never been the sensitive type, nor does she understand the word “quit”. If there is a crumb underneath the refrigerator she will dig and dig at the floor until that crumb is in her mouth. It could take hours. It could take days. She cannot relax until the crumb is hers. Even if she has to rip up the kitchen tile to get it. When there is something she wants, she will not give up. And last night she wanted my attention.
“Ugh!” I eventually hollered. “Get off me! You are not helping!”
Shiva’s reaction to this was to throw herself at me, legs flailing and tail wagging. I tried pushing her off and she licked at my hands. I tried turning my back and she shoved her head under my arm. I tried standing up and she jumped on my legs. No matter what I did, I could not get her to leave me alone.
“Fine!” I said. “I will play with you. But you are going to have to explain why the video of your agility run is an unedited mess. If I never write another blog post again, it is all your fault.”
Shiva responded to this by picking up her antler and then chucking it back on the floor. Hard enough so it echoed. Apparently she didn’t care about the Internet.
After a few minutes of squeaky ball fetch, neither did I.
If you have yet to vote in Go Pet Friendly’s Best City for Pet Travelers Tournament, why not head there now and put in a good word for Halifax, Nova Scotia? Sure and Maryland may have a doggie ice cream truck but Halifax has several beer patios that are quite dog friendly. What would you rather have on a warm day?