It was National Dog Day yesterday. I didn't even know. They say it is a day to honor the dogs. In that case, it should be National Dog Day everyday. It seems like we deserve it. Our job is to provide love, companionship and loyalty. Sure some of us have more specialized jobs like being the eyes for our master, assisting them with daily task, flushing and retrieving birds, and providing protection. We give 110% every day. Who else can say that?
Dogs are psychiatrist when you're feeling down. A lick on the cheek and a warm snuggle may be better than Prozac (without the side effects too!). We give you the much needed push to go outdoors because we know it helps you feel better. A dog's got to be walked. Dogs are physical fitness instructors, we'll get you off that couch. Even studies at Michigan State agrees (http://calorielab.com/news/2011/03/19/new-fitness-aid/#more-11227). Dogs are like the popular friend you wish you had in high school. Every stranger wants to talk to you and pet me. Dogs maybe the best chick magnet there is. You're one step closer to getting the number of that lady at the dog park.
So go to your dog today and tell them how much you love them. Take them for a walk around the block, a weekend camping trip, a trick training session, to the dog park or beach. We don't just want food and toys. It is the time spent together that matters.
As for me? My treat was a day at the state park.
Monday, August 19, 2013
It was 7am in the morning. The sun was still at the horizon. A heavy mist floats above the clear calm lake. All I wanted to do was run into the water and play fetch. But wait! Mom placed a weird contraption over me. It's soft but firm with a couple of straps under me. I feel trapped. Initially, I didn't even think I could sit. With some encouragement, I got in the water wearing this weird jacket. Then I was placed onto the inflatable boat and off we went. Oh no... *whine*. I don't like being on the boat. It feels so unsteady. I can only swim for a short distance and I get nervous when my feet floats off the gravel. I swear mom said " Mason sit, down, stay" more than 10 times. I wanted to obey her so much, but all I can think of was "I need to get off". It seemed like we were on the boat forever. Nothing bad happened. Eventually, I found it in me to lay down and relax.
Found my farm-dog roots :)
The Official Howell Melon Ice-Cream. Fruity and refreshing.
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Monday, August 12, 2013
I did some brain training yesterday. It is based on the science of neuroplasticity. The brain has the capacity change due to changes in behavior and environment. In other words, I'm training to be smarter. Mom hid a bunch of treats for me in a muffin tray and covered them with different toys. My task was to recover those treats. Most dogs featured on U-tube removed the balls to recover the treats. I on the other hand manipulated my tongue around the balls to get the treat. There were a couple toys I had to "nose off" like the rope toy and rawhide knot because they were too large. What can I say, I don't play by the books.
treats in the muffin tray
What is that?!
Waiting for the "okay"
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