A very old stray {The Old Fella Story}
Went camping this weekend at a campground on the lake, had not been there for a few years. Once there I began to walk around looking at the different sites when I noticed a very old dog. He just lay t...
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I look out the window into the back yard and there she is sitting staring up into the limbs and leaves of pecan tree, head up, eyes fixed, barely breathing, just fixed with that upward gaze, maybe hoping for something to fall from the sky? Suzie lies off in the distance looking at Hobo wondering if that is drool dripping from her mouth, ugh.
This started yesterday morning and hasn’t stopped, I wonder if she is paralyzed in that position? Well maybe not since she has moved a time or two in her vigil to take a walk and to eat and drink some water. She did come inside last night to sleep. I looked at her often, okay maybe twice to make sure she was okay and not sitting in the middle of the room staring up at the ceiling. She is so funny and I have often believed she was mildly retarded as she is so different from any dog I have ever had. There are times she is so happy and then she becomes fearful of the smallest thing. She is always looking for something to grab her or hit her. When we walk she will always follow Mama’s lead and never vary from Mama’s actions. If Mama stops, Hobo stops, If Mama turns right, Hobo turns right. When we come to a street corner and I stop to wait for traffic Mama will sit followed by Hobo. Now try and get Hobo to sit on her own. She will lie down and curl up looking at you as if she is expecting to get walloped or something, but to get her to sit is a very hard task.
Now the sad thing is to watch her try and overcome some anxiety attack she is going through. She looks for somewhere to hide. Now Hobo is a very large dog and there are not many places in the house for her to get lost. She can’t get under the bed, nor can she crawl under any of the furniture. There are no closets that she will go into, fearing someone will close the door locking her in, so she will go to her kennel crate and lay inside pretending she is invisible. The shades in the bedroom are usually closed during the summer months to help keep the heat out, so it makes a nice dark place for her to go and find solace. Maybe she is smarter than I think she is? How many of us will know when it’s time to take a break and find a nice quiet place to find some peace and sense in this life? Maybe I could take some lessons from Hobo on how to cope with stress. After all she doesn’t seem unhappy and enjoys her life here with us. She eats well and has a nice place to live and wonderful guardians to watch over her. All of her needs are met and she certainly knows she is loved. Gosh, why in the world would anyone feel sorry for Hobo? Move over Hobo, I’m coming in!!
This started yesterday morning and hasn’t stopped, I wonder if she is paralyzed in that position? Well maybe not since she has moved a time or two in her vigil to take a walk and to eat and drink some water. She did come inside last night to sleep. I looked at her often, okay maybe twice to make sure she was okay and not sitting in the middle of the room staring up at the ceiling. She is so funny and I have often believed she was mildly retarded as she is so different from any dog I have ever had. There are times she is so happy and then she becomes fearful of the smallest thing. She is always looking for something to grab her or hit her. When we walk she will always follow Mama’s lead and never vary from Mama’s actions. If Mama stops, Hobo stops, If Mama turns right, Hobo turns right. When we come to a street corner and I stop to wait for traffic Mama will sit followed by Hobo. Now try and get Hobo to sit on her own. She will lie down and curl up looking at you as if she is expecting to get walloped or something, but to get her to sit is a very hard task.
Now the sad thing is to watch her try and overcome some anxiety attack she is going through. She looks for somewhere to hide. Now Hobo is a very large dog and there are not many places in the house for her to get lost. She can’t get under the bed, nor can she crawl under any of the furniture. There are no closets that she will go into, fearing someone will close the door locking her in, so she will go to her kennel crate and lay inside pretending she is invisible. The shades in the bedroom are usually closed during the summer months to help keep the heat out, so it makes a nice dark place for her to go and find solace. Maybe she is smarter than I think she is? How many of us will know when it’s time to take a break and find a nice quiet place to find some peace and sense in this life? Maybe I could take some lessons from Hobo on how to cope with stress. After all she doesn’t seem unhappy and enjoys her life here with us. She eats well and has a nice place to live and wonderful guardians to watch over her. All of her needs are met and she certainly knows she is loved. Gosh, why in the world would anyone feel sorry for Hobo? Move over Hobo, I’m coming in!!
