I eagerly took good care of all the puppies and dogs that I’ve had throughout my life.
Canines bring such joy and richness into our lives so I made sure the one’s who came to live with me were enriched and well pleased.
It came natural, who could help from treating an adorable puppy or dog with ultimate love, and genuine care?
I remember when I was in my teens I tried to brush one of my dog’s teeth yet she made it impossible as she constantly licked the toothpaste.
While I kept my canines teeth and gums healthy in other ways, Milk Bone puppy and dog biscuits was an excellent remedy for helping to keep her breath fresh, and mouth happy.
In fact, Milk Bones were the only type of dog food my canine would touch, except for a special high quality dog food I use to feed two of my canines that brought out a gorgeous sheen to their already healthy coats.
I’m all for kissing the pooch and letting the pooch sleep in the bed.
I’m guilty of these actions as I’ve done it myself for the majority of my life and I loved every bit of those pleasant, enjoyable moments.
However, taking a bath with the pooch, and letting the pooch drink and eat out of the same cup and plate as one is going a little too far, yet I’ve seen people do it and it suits them just fine.
As much as I loved the pooches that I had I do have limitations and never would share my bathwater with them while I was in it, or share the cup and plate in which I have to drink and eat off of with them. I don’t even do those things with other human beings.
Around 3a.m. this morning I was up with my television set tuned to a news broadcast that mentioned the 4th of July being a day in which most dogs run away from home just before switching to a commercial break.
I figured the instance probably had to do with the explosive sounds of the fireworks lit in celebration of Independence day.
When the station switched back to the news program a segment on the issue was aired going further into detail about the anxiety some of our canine companions go through during the July 4th holiday, and as I thought, of course, it pertained to the noise and electrifying sparks of those loud fireworks.
I understood completely. When I was a kid I hated the sounds firecrackers and M-80s made yet loved to see the beautiful arrangement of bursting colors that shot out into the sky with a more appealing explode.
My dog didn’t like the sounds of fireworks either but it was never an annoyance to provoke her to run away from home. She’d either run close to one of us (her family members) for comfort and protection or run under some furniture to hide as she did from the loud harsh sounds of thunder when it rained.
My dog use to hang out with us on the stoop as we’d watch people light up the streets of our block on this holiday occasion back in the day.