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Snubbed by the Westminster Dog Show Again

Photo by Angela Kirk

Doc tried to distract me from watching TV for the last few days and it didn’t take me long to find out why. She didn’t want me to see that all of the “purebreds” that were competing for the top dog award at Westminster. This has been a long running pain in my gluteus maximus for years now and I find the rules to be the height of dog snobbery. The bottom line, I can’t compete nor can my friends because we are mutts. Now what do you think about that?

“Here we go again.” I heard Doc say quietly under here breath. ” I heard that!” I said back to her with indignation. ” Grover, we go over this and over this every year and you won’t let it go. Ever since you filled out the paper work and received a rejection letter from Westminster, you are insufferable when this comes on TV. It’s just not healthy to do this to yourself every year. Even if you were a purebred I don’t have the hundreds of thousands of dollars it would take to get you ready to win Best in Show. Besides, you’re neutered, they don’t allow neutered dogs. End of story.”

Maybe Doc is right. It’s kind of like a beauty pageant for dogs and the rules are set. According to your breed you must have ideal structure, color, perfect ear and tail placement and good temperament.

Seeing my disappointment, Doc sat down, looked at me and said, “You know Grover, there are rules for everything. You are certified as a therapy dog and you had to pass those standards.  You should be proud of that. Let’s put it this way, many of the dogs that go to Westminster would never be able to pass the therapy dog test. Besides, do you really want a bath and blow out everyday? They also use hair spray on your dog coat to make you look poofy.” ” Oh no!” I said back to her in horror. “You know Doc you’re right. I can just work at being Best in Show as a therapy dog. Every dog and human is good at something. It’s best to focus on your own talents than try to be something you’re not.”  ” Now you understand,” Doc said as she gave me a big hug.


Photo by Angela Kirk ” Our job is to love others without stopping to inquire whether or not that are worthy.”

— Thomas Merton

Love Is In The Air

Photo by Angela Kirk

Tomorrow is February 14, a day that is dedicated to love. Now you would think that everyone would be in favor of a day about love but I have already seen some people on Facebook trashing Valentines Day. What the heck humans! As for myself, I am all about love and to prove it, Doc is going to take me around work tomorrow to give out free kisses and hugs to anyone that needs or wants one. Now doesn’t that sound like more fun than being a hater?

Being the inquisitive canine that I am, I got to wondering how Valentines day got started. So I had Doc help me to get on the internet (it’s hard to hit the keys when you don’t have opposable thumbs) so that I could do some research and this is what I found out.

Valentine was a Roman Priest during the rule of the emperor Claudius Gothicus. Claudius persecuted the church and prohibited the marriage of young people. He based this on his hypothesis that soldiers would fight better if they were unmarried. Valentine wasn’t having any of that malarkey, so he married couples in secret because he felt that marriage was sacred and should not be prohibited.  Of course Valentine was eventually caught and imprisoned. In 269 AD Valentine was sentenced to beating, stoning and decapitation all because he laid his life on the line for what he believed. Valentines martyrdom did not go unnoticed by the citizens in Rome and now he is known as the patron saint of lovers. Not a very romantic story, but it does give you a little more perspective. The day is about more than flowers, candy and romance. It also made me think about love on a deeper level.

After I told Doc about the origins of Valentines Day I informed her that in honor of St. Valentine I will not be getting her a card or any candy this year.  “It’s  important that we honor love in its purest organic form” I said.  ” Oh really”, she responded with a note of sarcasm in her voice. ” In that case would you like to come with me to the pet store so that I can return all of your Valentine’s treats? ” I looked back at her with pure sadness until she relented.  ” Grover we can do both, she responded. Lets eat junk while cuddling on the couch and thinking of ways we can spread our love to others.”  ” Good idea, I said, I think St. Valentine would approve.”

Photo by Angela Kirk ” A dog will teach you unconditional love. If you can have that in your life, things won’t be so bad.”

— Robert Wagner

Good Riddance Polar Vortex

Photo by Angela Kirk

As the Polar Vortex was moving out of our area mother nature had to leave one more surprise just to keep us on our toes. The weather report on Thursday night was predicting 1-3 inches of snow.  No big deal we thought, but that was not what we woke up to. When the alarm went off in the morning and Doc and I peered between the blinds there was already about 5 inches of snow and it was still coming down. Yikes! Doc grumbled under her breath when she saw all the snow, ” Why with all the dippity- do doppler radar they brag about do they have so many problems getting the forecast right?”  But with places to go and things to do, Doc would not be deterred by a mere half foot of snow.

Now I won’t lie, I was secretly praying for a snow day because I knew that Doc was dropping me off for a bath and pedicure that morning. The woman is obsessed with me being cleaned and coiffed.  She knows I don’t like to smell like a bunch of flowers. It ruins my street cred with the other dogs in the neighborhood for goodness sakes, yet she persists.

After breakfast we got in the car and Doc yells “Buckle up and hold on Grover!” Like a bat out of hell, she gunned the motor and took off down the snow-covered street. ” My dad taught me on days like this you need to keep up momentum so you don’t get stuck.” she hollered to me while I was holding on for dear life.  I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes. Luckily there was hardly any one on the street because everyone else was smart enough to stay home.  I know you are not surprised that we arrived to my bath appointment on time.

The waiting room at the Vets office where I get my bath was vacant. When they heard us come in the door, all the employees came rushing out to greet us like that hadn’t seen us in years. After checking in Doc left me there so she could get some errands done. I have to admit I had a nice time. I got lots of attention and doggy treats and they told me how handsome I looked. I don’t know why I fuss so much about the whole bath process. I always feel better when I am done and it’s not like they torture me.

While Doc and I were driving back home I told her, ” Thanks for taking me. I know I fuss about it, but the truth is I feel better after being pampered. Isn’t it amazing how we can get inside our own heads and take a simple thing and get ourselves all worked up about nothing?”  ” Yes I know.” she said. Please remember that the next time I tell you it’s time for a bath.



Photo by Angela Kirk ” Dogs have a way of finding the people who need them, filling an emptiness we didn’t even know we had.”

— Thom Jones

Brrrr… It’s Cold Outside

Photo by Angela Kirk

Last Friday Doc said she thought it was a good idea to stop at the pet store on the way home from work to get some more dog food. I always think that going to the pet store is a good idea. What’s not to like? They have everything imaginable that a dog would want to eat, play with or sleep on. What I didn’t expect was for Doc to break a promise she had made to me at least 100 times.

Entering the pet store I received a friendly pat on the head and a treat while another clerk went to the back of the store to get my big bag of dog food. I saw Doc look over to the right while we were waiting and then move toward a display of clothing. I was horrified when I read the sign she was staring at “Dog Coats 30% Off.” When she started touching them I though, ” Oh No, she wouldn’t do that to me.” But before the thought left my brain she had the store clerk looking for my size and putting a horrendous  pink and brown plaid coat on my body. Looking at her with pleading eyes I said. ” Doc, you promised you would never make me dress up in dog clothes, remember? You even use to make fun of dogs that wore outfits.” ” Well things change Grover”. “On January 30th the Polar Vortex arrives with -2 degrees and a wind chill factor of -25- 45. You need a coat young man!” she quipped.

Trying on the coats in front of other dogs in the store was down right humiliating. To make it worse Doc laughed when I put my tail between my legs and hung my head.  Now that was just mean and I told her so. Luckily the store clerk took pity on me and found me a more masculine navy coat with brown buttons and white fleece pop up collar. When she paid them for it at the cash register I knew it was a done deal. I sulked all the way home.

After we got home Doc took me for a walk in my new coat. As we passed my friends Norman and Bailey’s  house I noticed that they were looking at me and admiring my new coat. At that moment my tail went up and I started holding my head up high. I guess it wasn’t so bad after all. It did have a nice flip-up fleece collar and even the humans we passed told me I looked handsome. On the plus side the coat was warm.

By the time we got back from the walk I didn’t want to take it off. I finally swallowed my pride and thanked Doc for my new nice winter coat. Having someone care enough about you that they want you to stay warm is not the worse thing that can happen in your life.

Photo by Angela Kirk ” The best therapist has fur and four legs.”

— Anonymous

Chilling During the Chill

Photo by Angela Kirk

Winter finally showed up over the weekend with a roar. The milder temperatures had lulled Doc and I into a false sense of complacency. But make no doubt about it, in the end Mother Nature will always remind you that she is the boss. The snow and the cold forced us to hunker down and hibernate even if it was for just 36 hours.

Hibernation appears to be a dirty word among humans in this ” I want it now and to be constantly entertained and stimulated” kind of world we now find ourselves in. After all, civilization is all about conquering nature. The problem is that you humans have forgotten that your bodies have been programmed to produce hormones that make you sleepy so that you rest and restore yourselves physically and emotionally in the winter. Haven’t you noticed that your pests are sleeping more in the winter? I even hear people brag about how little they rest. There really is no prize for that.

Anyhow, the bad weather placed both Doc and I into a quiet state of rest and bliss. We spent our time huddled together on the couch under a big fuzzy blanket watching great movies like 101 Dalmatians, Scooby-Doo and The Secret Life of Pets. Doc even shared her pop corn with me.The next day we both felt more refreshed. Imagine that!

So what if you learned to listen to what you body wanted and indulged yourself in some hibernation time? Try giving yourself permission to slow down and get that chatter out of your head that demands you complete a long list of tasks everyday. The world won’t end if you don’t get everything done. As for myself, now that I finished my blog I need a long winter’s sleep so I bid all of you good night.

Photo by Angela Kirk “All that we are is the result of what we have thought, The mind is everything. What we think we become.”

— Buddha

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