”New and Improved Neck Warmer!”

We have always had herding dogs who love to be outside and come in the house long enough to eat and fall asleep at our feet. Friendly, but pretty aloof over all. When we decided at our age we needed a smaller dog who couldn’t knock me over, we got Zoe in March. What a contrast! She hates going outside unless we go too. She wants to be with one or the other of us at all times. Her favorite positions are on top on one or the other recliner–whichever one is occupied.

Fortunately her good nature is constant. She loves the groomer. She even loves the vet and runs into the office to greet everyone, seeming to ignore the things they put her through. She immediately warms to any house guests. When the phone rings she runs over to join in the conversation. If the call is on Face Time she will drop a toy in front of the screen to invite the caller to play.

When we were without a dog for the first time in our marriage I really longed for another creature to liven things up. Things get a little dull occasionally with just the two of us. Zoe apparently heard the request. She livens things up from dawn to dusk. I had no idea how my idea of “dog” was conditioned by our string of Australian Shepherds. Zoe has made it quite clear that I was misinformed! According to her dogs are constant love machines. And I can’t help but love her back.

Living With Animals

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Little did I know when I met this goat as a 5 year old that I would eventually end up with a goat of my own. When I was a young nursing mother, a student who was grateful for my teaching, gave me a milk goat. That year seems in my memory to be endlessly about milking, either by my baby or by me! I learned to make goat cheese and goat yogurt and drink goat milk. Sadly, that goat was attacked by a pack of wild dogs and didn’t survive, despite the best vet care and home nursing. But I was heartsick when she died since we had formed a genuine bond over our milk supplies.

Animals have always been part of my life, and we currently have a female Australian Shepherd, acquired near Easter, named Grace. She fends off the mailman and threatens the U.P.S. driver with her fierce barking. But while she keeps strangers away, she is totally welcoming to anyone we invite into the house. She loves ice cubes and comes running when I open the freezer door, hoping I will drop one.

I thought about getting a puppy a few months ago, and I swear Grace read my mind. She suddenly became very attentive, following me around the house and resting at my feet. I certainly got the message that she was convinced that I only needed one dog–her. So no puppy for the time being.

I don’t know if Donald Trump has a dog, so I am waiting to see. Animals have a calming effect on us, and it seems to me that he often needs to calm down.