HAPPY SUNDAY!

With all of the recent rain, this morning was calm, cool and pleasant.  As I took my time to wake up and think about the day, the Newfs slept.  When I got up, Parker raised his head.  I put on some soft fleece comfort pants, along with socks and rubber clogs to take the dogs outside.  The morning was so fresh and cool that as I left the Newfs to take care of their business, I left the door open and returned to the kitchen.  As I was busily in the process of making breakfast, I realized that they hadn’t yet returned.  This was unusual, since Parker likes to stay within reach, whether it is within my reach or his I don’t know.  And given that breakfast was underway, it was particularly unusual to not see him nearby.

I walked back to the door to look for the Newfs, but didn’t need to look far.  They were lying side-by-side under the Maple tree surveying the front lawn and the road.  As Parker had begun to age, I had assumed that his hearing loss was an age-related neurological change.  He had always enjoyed the time that we spent sitting at the swing or on the front steps and listening to the light whoosh of the cars passing on the road.  Last year, when I realized that his hearing, not just his selective hearing, was diminishing, it was saddening to know that he couldn’t enjoy this any longer.  He would lie down near me at the swing but not notice when the cars passed.  Yet, this morning, there he was, lying side-by-side with Jade and listening to that light mystical whoosh.  There was another faulty assumption, rooted in an incorrect expectation about his condition, and more evidence that the dermatologist’s diagnosis had been correct:  a chronic ear infection.  This morning, he would raise his head, perk his ears and enjoy the passing of the cars, along with the happy sounds of spring.

I made a cup of coffee and went out to sit with them.  A Robin and a Mockingbird were having a scuffle in the corner Maple tree.  A pair of Cardinals took an interest in us, as Cardinals are often very curious, if not simply nosy.  The Cardinals hopped to lower branches, as close as they dared, to get a good look at the creatures taking up space on their lawn.

Another car lightly whooshed past, then Parker laid his head down to take a nap.  Within moments, the realization surfaced that he was surrounded by fresh grass, and he began chewing on some tender, delectable blades of new growth.  Jade stretched out, enjoying the soft, cool comfortableness of the grass and earth beneath her.  I thought about the passage that reads, “God gives richly all things to enjoy”, and we were enjoying our blessings, perhaps me most of all.

Greg will be back later this afternoon . . . Oh, yes!  It’s Mother’s Day.  Happy Mother’s Day to all.  Thank you Parker and Jade for a lovely morning that once again put all priorities into perspective.

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The Party’s-Over Blues

At the close of a fulfilling week, it was time to repack the bags, put away the crates and rugs, load the luggage carrier and move back out of the hotel room.  At the first indication of packing, a little girl Newfoundland, lying and watching every movement, displayed a pensive expression.  Surely we weren’t planning to leave this Newfie mecca!

One of the many things that I had learned from Banker was that Newfies recognize each other at events such as dog shows.  He could spot other Newfs from far across a grooming room.  His reaction was similar to someone attending a high school reunion and seeing a childhood friend, or of someone attending a family reunion and seeing a cousin from a distant area.  It is no different for Parker or Jade.  From the moment it became apparent to the Newfs that we were going on a trip, they had been excited.  By Friday, Parker didn’t want to let me out of his sight.  Jade was so excited that the night before we left, she could hardly sleep.  During the week we were in the hotel, she was wide awake early in the mornings and she was so thrilled to be there that she could hardly stop panting.  We set the thermostat at 64 during the nights, added a blanket (and one wasn’t enough) and listened to her panting as we went to sleep.  Eventually, she would drift off and begin snoring.

Each day was filled with the sights and sounds of Newfs and happy people.  Each elevator ride was thrilling.  The Newfs would walk inside the elevator, turn around and listen as we passed each floor until the door opened.  Then, like Magic!, we were in another dimension, on a different plane.  Upon a return, they would check the smells at the bottoms of each hotel room door as they passed until we arrived at our room.  Sometimes Jade would stop too soon.  I would say “Use your nose” like when we play Stick in the yard, and she would continue to our room.

It was very warm during the days in Frankenmuth, much too warm for her comfort, but the nights were cool, at least in the hotel room.  At home, we were having a blizzard – snow in May!  Greg sent a photo and said, “Don’t tell Jade.”  If she had to choose between being at a Newf party and snow, I think she would still choose the Newf party, but it wouldn’t be an easy choice.

I sat outside with them for a while one evening, and she thought she spotted her littermate.  She was instantly enamored and wanted to play, but she’s a bit (or more) of an Ellie May.  When she plays, she comes alive on all fours and she can bounce like Tigger.  The other Newf looked at her and she realized that it wasn’t her littermate.  At nearly five, she still misses the full enjoyment of their nonstop rough and tumble play.  Neither Parker nor I are good substitutes when it comes to the kind of play that she thinks is fun.

We saw many “distant relatives” over the week, and we renewed acquaintances and saw many familiar and distant familiar friends.

With a healing sore on one front foot in an area of pressure, Parker attended the National using some unconventional bandaging.  After two months of different methods, his sore had begun to heal in the two weeks prior to the National.  It was at least 1/3 healed, with a change in bandaging twice per day, plus every time he decided to remove that annoying bandage.  I took extra supplies, but on some days, the bandaging had to be re-applied 4 or 5 times.  A couple of kind people shared some vet wrap and some bandaging supplies, so I didn’t need to drive to Birch Run for supplies.  Plus, I got a few extra rolls of vet wrap from Whitman’s Sharpening Service, and stopped for more at PetsMart on the way through Fort Wayne, along with another stop for more duct tape.  By this time, I had tried several brands, but found that the one at PetsMart was heavier and stayed in place better.  I went back to using surgical tape, along with duct tape, to keep the bandage from rotating.  By this time, the process was a familiar routine.  I gave up on “pretty” and settled for what worked the best.  This meant tape around the top and bottom of the bandaging, so he couldn’t simply pull it off over the end of his foot (and he could do that very quickly).  The bandage had to be loose enough to not affect circulation, and the duct tape made it harder for him to remove.  Enough vet wrap had to be exposed to prevent moisture buildup under the bandaging, but a piece of duct tape placed under his foot made a heavier surface under the inner pad.  The duct tape stuck well to the vet wrap, so when he dismantled the bandaging, he often had to remove it in sections.

When he was left alone, he wore the Party Hat, but he could still remove the bandaging!  (Never underestimate the determination of a Newfoundland.  That was in the top ten list in the rule book that comes with your first Newfoundland.)

Jade watched and waited, having assumed the worst (that we were leaving), and wore the Party’s-Over-Blues expression.  At some point, it seemed to occur to her that we were going back home, not just leaving Newfie mecca, and that would be fun and exciting too.  The drive home was quiet, with Newfs sleeping contentedly, except for the several times when Parker woke and removed his bandage.

This morning she slept at length, tired from all of the energy discharged during the previous week.  When she woke, she realized that the Party was over again, but then that ornery little black cat appeared, and soon breakfast was underway.  Life was good again.  She has slept most of the day in the office, snoring lightly, while Parker has an internal debate about whether or not to leave his bandage alone.

Ah, it’s good to be home, too!

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PUTTING ONE’S FOOT IN ONE’S MOUTH

Continuing with stories of uniqueness, let me add another for Jade.

Jade has a lovely snore.  It’s not too loud, rather gentle and pleasant.  She sleeps and waits for me to work, so between times we can “do things”.  When I am “behind the gun” at work, she takes long naps in the mornings and afternoons.  She would much rather be “doing things” outside, and if I let her sleep too much without sufficient activity, well, there are consequences.  Perhaps that is because she is acting upon her dreams, if her dreams include unlimited energy, agility and the ability to leap tall buildings in a single bound.

For the most part, she is engaging company, and when we walk on leash, she assumes “her” position immediately next to my left leg.  This used to be Parker’s position.  That was a hard adjustment for him, so we take separate walks occasionally so all can be right with the world once more.

When a little girl gets plenty of exercise and entertainment, she sleeps soundly, except . . .  Have you ever been awakened by your own snoring?  When she sleeps on her side, I’ve seen her rest a front foot in her mouth and sleep with her mouth open.  I’ve been trying to understand this.  She isn’t a thumb-sucker, and she tilts her paw so that two or three pads fit into her mouth.  I think she is doing this to keep her snore from disturbing her sleep!  Sometimes I think there are longer gaps between snores, but I don’t think it is enough to qualify as sleep apnea.  (I wonder what veterinarians have already been busy designing CPAP machines for dogs!)

When she’s awake and she wants to communicate audibly, she can use these same faculties to make a similar sound, a reverberation like the MGM lion.  This may be part of a yawn or a sound used to indicate some impatience.

I do enjoy their unique traits.  This is another memorable “Jade thing”.

 

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IT’S A JADE THING

It’s Saturday morning.  Are you e-v-e-r going to get up?  <g>  Well, I got to sleep until 8, so I’m neither eligible nor interested in complaining.  It’s a lovely morning, and the sun is sifting in.  My lovely companion places her chin on the quilt and looks at me sincerely.  Then she raises her head, smiles, looks intently into my eyes and then to the bed, then back to me to be sure that I am following her gaze.  Her head doesn’t move, just her eyes, her deep, dark, warm, wonderful eyes.  Her face is remarkably expressive, and her expressions can convey volumes without effort or language.  (not that she hesitates to use language when she thinks that is necessary)

She looks at me again, then at the quilt, since I didn’t seem to “get it”.  “No, sweetie, I’m sorry, but girls in heat can’t get onto the bed, and besides, there isn’t a cover sheet to pull up.”  There is a cover sheet but it is sitting on the chest instead of across the foot of the bed, where it can be pulled up quickly when someone with quick reflexes decides that it’s Saturday (or close enough), so it’s time to have a waking-up-in-the-morning party on the bed.  Sometimes, I think all it takes for a signal is for my breathing rate to change, but most often they observe carefully to see if I’m really awake.  They may get up and stand close to my face for a few moments.  At that point, if they’re generous, they will wait until both eyes are open, and sometimes until I sit up.  Well, they are generous, after all.

Jade has her own set of “uniqueness”, and I’m always interested in learning about the unique minds that come to live with us, from the time they arrive until they can no longer be here.  It’s a marvelous adventure.  Among Jade’s set of unique attributes is her mouth.  She was not a snap-igator puppy; this was good.  But neither did she learn to do the polite nose-bump.  At 4 1/2 years old, Jade still greets the world “mouth-wide-open”.  Newfoundlands, in addition to visual and olfactory sensory evaluation methods, must have extra-sensory perception in their tongues.  A common sound, one that you become familiar with, is the sound of that tongue in motion, self-grooming, licking their front legs, cleaning their food dish or cleaning something nearby, grooming the cat, etc.  Those big, giant, washcloth-sized tongues!  Sometimes they gently and lovingly caress the arms or legs of their human partners.  Those tongues were not only meant to experience the world but to show their affection.

In Jade’s case, her tongue may typically be in it’s holster, but the holster is often wide-open, especially if she’s excited.  So when she is “hot on your heels” behind, you can feel a bump of a wet, soft, open mouth on the back of your leg.  And when she wants to get your attention (apparently you weren’t listening with your eyes), she will do her version of a nose-bump, thrusting a wide-open mouth into your belly (your soft spot, not your harder ones) with a jab-like motion, leaving a wet spot behind and leaving no room for doubt that she’s trying to tell you something.  Here is where a little communication would have helped.  Had I said, “It’s not quite ready yet, you will have to wait,” or “I can’t right now, wait just a moment”, it would have been a good response to her initial gaze.

Jade seems to think that all beings and objects can read her gaze.  As a puppy, she learned to telepath the back door to cause it to open.  So, humans may have unintentionally reinforced this notion.  To this date, she comes to the back door to be let back inside and expects it to open.  She will wait patiently for a short time, then give an agitated bark as if, “Can’t you hear the words that are coming out of my head?!”  Doors, like humans, grow harder of hearing as we grow older.

She’s not very vocal, most of the time, but she can be argumentative, vocally.  When she wants something, and you “get it”, she will be as physically close as possible, to reinforce your good behavior for “getting it” no doubt.  (Newfoundlands, like children, learn from an early age how to train their human companions.)  She is required to Back further away than necessary and instructed to Wait, to help her learn patience.  She may be told not to Crowd.  When your back is turned, at some point, she can’t restrain herself from taking a step forward, or perhaps two if you aren’t watching.  There is also the “Line Drawn in the Sand”, the threshhold between the dining room and the kitchen, when Newfs who are underfoot are banished from the kitchen.  For this, she will stand as close to the line as possible, then lie down, conveniently placing her front feet and part of her legs across the “Line Drawn in the Sand”.  When caught, she is re-sentenced to remove herself from the kitchen and reminded about the line.  To this, she will usually respond with an argumentative bark or a forced sigh.  I said she was lovely, I didn’t say she didn’t have her own opinion about things!

It is funny to watch entirely different thought processes at work.  When they are in the kitchen, Jade will lie still, hoping that you step across instead of send her out of the way.  Parker will be up and moving out of your way, sometimes more quickly than you are prepared for.  Parker will still, upon watching Jade or hearing the Back command, back further and further away.  He will sometimes look perplexed, wondering why Jade doesn’t get it or why she doesn’t follow his lead.  Jade will sometimes back half a step or more, then argue that it’s far enough!  Parker is certain that compliance will more quickly give him access to dinner.  Jade believes that she can argue her way into consent.  Yes, they are just like kids sometimes.  But since their meals are home-prepared, they often have to wait for their food to cool.  That may seem like a burden, but no one complains about the food once they’re released.

They are a lot of fun, entertaining, intriguing and beautiful.  I live with a very lovely Newfoundland girl, and a wonderful companion who is now eleven years old.  It’s not something that I take for granted, and each of their unique traits is something that I marvel about.  As they grow older, I still see their beauty and their youth, and their imaginations at work.

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