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Dog Ownership: An Eight-Foot Love Triangle

We’ve all heard it: a dog is “Man’s Best Friend.”

This is never more true than in my own house. We have an eight-foot triangle. See, I love my dog dearly, but she has made it abundantly clear in her almost twelve years that she doesn’t love me. She loves him, my husband.

And not in a oh-he’s-alright kind of way. In an I Dream of Jeanie I’ll do anything for you, master and may I lick between your toes for 25 minutes now, master? kind of way.

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I get a lot of shots of this, her rump.


Rejection on a professional or creative level is hard to take; rejection in relationships is torturous. But rejection by your dog, the one you’ve had since puppyhood, is the worst.

Sure, she wags her stubby tail and flops her ears back when I come home. For a minute. Like as a favor to me. After a few seconds, I see in her eyes a glimpse of Good enough? We done here? before she trots off to find him.

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And another rump.

If she sits by me on the couch (see how nice I am, she can sit on the couch!), the quickest way to have her leave is if I pet her. And who does she roll on her back for, showing her fuzzy tummy every morning? Him.

It’s not like my husband loves her more. In fact, I think I love her more, but he gives her more treats and more steak off his fork and well, she’s basically a cold-hearted food slut.

She’s so obvious about her preference that it’s possible I’ve gotten a tad resentful. It may be true I no longer fill up the water dish immediately or restock the dog biscuits. I have to protect my own heart, you know.

I hope to start anew some day, wipe the past clean and have my dog lavish me daily with affection.

Yes, some day I hope to get a new dog.

Does your dog show favorites? Tell me I’m not alone!

Where Dog Ownership Conflicts with Shoe Ownership

I am insane Duh, Wendy.

If we go by that definition of doing the same thing over and over while expecting a different result or perhaps even if we don’t use that definition.

Here’s what happens:
When I come in from a run with the dog and by “run” I may mean mostly walking, I take off my shoes (not that anyone else does around here…or not that I’m bitter) and put them here–
shoe basket

Later, every day at some point, the dog gets excited about something near the front door, evil brown truck, a dog getting walked, a raccoon ambling by, whatever. With her emotions overflowing, she then needs to put something in her mouth I have no idea where she could have learned this….
dog with shoeShe doesn’t chew it or eat unlike me; she just walks and wiggles around with it in her mouth.

Oh, that’s so cute, Wendy. That shouldn’t make you crazy!

Except that 9 times out of 10, the dog ends up like this–
griffon shoe distributor–which has earned her the title of “Shoe Distributor.”

This time I was lucky. It got dropped early on, not out in the weeds grass or piles of old leaves where I find it weeks later wet and 3 shades darker from the Pacific Northwest treatment.

The crazy enters when it’s time for me to go walk that very dog and either have 2 right shoes or 1 shoe from each pair (yes, I have left the house with two different shoes on) or 0 shoes. At which point I holler “What the hell?! Have you seen my other shoe??! Where is my other shoe??

And the Hubs says, without any show of even pretending to consider the matter, that stock comeback gem of husbands all around the planet: “I don’t know.”

So, all that *waves hand in large circular motion* makes me CRAZY.

And I keep putting my shoes in that basket.

And my dog is almost 12 years old.

I am insane.

On-Deck Action: Birds and Stuff

Who’s been on your deck lately, Wendy? you ask in my imagination.

Well, thanks for asking, friendless blogger who makes up conversations in her head and is always looking for an excuse to take a break from writing.

I recently trimmed the Kid’s hair and she suggested we put the trimmings out for my selfish blogging purposes bird nest-making ingredients.

I thought we were too late in the season and nests had been made, but yet again! I was wrong.chickadeeYou cannot tell me the corners of your mouth are not heading up.chickadee with hairWe had another visitor the dog was much more interested in. We don’t get these guys on the deck all that often (if the dog has anything to say about it).Douglas squirrelLast but not least, this baby appeared.baby pine siskinHe sat for so long I wondered if he knew how to use those wings, but he did.pine siskin at feederNeener, neener, lady with the camera.

I think the moral of the story is….always write by a window with a camera nearby. Of course, when I lived in a city, those shots may have weighed heavier on oddballs and garbage, but anything to distract from your writing duties, eh?

What do you see out your window?

That creepy, eery feeling

Ever feel like you’re being watched?

This morning I was reading with my back to the window and suddenly felt the urge to turn around, like some foreign energy was boring into the back of my head. Was I being watched?
band-tailed pigeonsYup. I had a whole judging panel flight of those giant, band-tailed pigeons looking down at me (this shot was taken while I sat, lazy wildlife photographer strikes again.
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Waiting. Coo‘ing. Waiting…

Is it just me and my propensity for drama but does this remind you of anything?The Birds movieYeah, creepy. It was just like Hitchcock’s The Birds. And I live near a school.

But at least with these guys, I had a sneaking suspicion why they lurked.
bird feederAt least, I hope it’s the seeds they want…

If you don’t see any more blog posts from me, well, it was a pretty decent run. You were mostly awesome although would it kill you to comment from time to time? Thanks for the memories. Becca, be a good dog. Hubs, turns out you can have the whole garage after all. Kid, there’s M&M’s hidden in the soup pot. I love you, Mom.

Feathers Revealed: The Spring Birds of Bainbridge Island, WA

Spring is springing on Bainbridge Island, my nose is running, the neighbor’s rooster is crowing cuz the Hubs hasn’t beheaded it yet, and our seeds are attracting some colorful eaters (even the ones we planted in dirt *raises angry fist*).

And also a toofastforphoto hawk. I sometimes wonder if I am offering seeds to the birds or birds to the hawk…

If you couldn’t figure out who was hiding last week, here he is out and proud, American Goldfinch in his mating colors.
goldfinch birdSure, he looks all cool and collected, but he had to make an effort as those seeds got lower in the container. goldfinch reachStreeeetch. Goldfinch tippy toes. But it worked.goldfinch eatsNearby, but not on the feeder (perhaps smarter and safer and harder to get a clear picture of?), a Yellow-Rumped Warbler.yellow rumped warblerHe was zigzagging all over the branches…yellow rumped warbler under leaves, snacking, a real busy body. What’s funny to me is I had it noted in the bird book that he was here April ’09 and ’12, and here he is again. The dude is consistent.

Another jumpy set wouldn’t even hang around if I got anywhere close to the windows, Band-Tailed Pigeons. DSC_0022They’re big and piggy and very skittish. I like to hear them coo‘ing from the trees. Here’s a closer shot I’ve posted before. I had to sit and wait, very still with my feet up while sipping tea like a real wildlife photographer. band-tailed pigeon And way up high, an oldie but a goodie, right? bald eagle the Bald Eagle. While down on the ground, ignoring every bird except that danged woodpecker who taunts chirps real loud…wirehaired pointing griffonthe lazy, spoiled wirehaired pointing griffon.

Life is good.