A Dog's Memory...

...and other things I wonder about.

Gwyn's behavior has gradually improved over the past few days and now she seems to be back to her normal self. She's not too fixated on what's going on outside. On our walk Tuesday morning she very much wanted to go off in a different direction--a farther walk than we normally go. She was spending a lot of time looking around. Which made me start wondering about how dogs' memories work.

I've read some (ridiculous) theories that dogs can only retain things for so brief a time that as soon as we leave their sight they've forgotten us. Leading to the equally ridiculous notion that that explains why they're always happy to see us. I don't subscribe to this notion. However, I also recognize that dogs are much better at living in the moment than we are...a feat I strive for so much that I have a bracelet that reminds me to do just that. So, where does that leave us? It leaves me wondering what was going on in Gwyn's brain as she was obsessively looking for the elusive black dog. Feel free to weigh in with theories of your own!

On a different note, we could discuss cats' brains! Note in the above picture that Xander is lying on a string. A boot lace, to be more precise. Those are Xander's current favorite toys. He carries them around the house and will lie on top of one and roll around making sweet little "play with me" noises. :D

Living in the Moment

Today I am going to stop and smell the flowers :D

Dogs teach us so much about what's really important!

Listen to your Hound!

They'll tell you things. If only you listen. So, I've told you before about Sammy, the sweet, older, gentleman golden retriever who lives down the road. The one that Gwyn adores. Well, we hadn't seen him in a little bit. We don't always walk by his house and then some days when we do he's either inside or he's already gone to work with his dad.  So the other day Gwyn and I walked by the house with no sign of Sammy. This particular day we had walked much farther than we usually do and we were both getting a bit tired. By the time we passed by Sammy's Gwyn kept getting slower and slower. I jokingly asked her if we needed to call LoML to come get us in the car. When she stopped walking completely, I knelt down to talk to her and see if she really needed a rest. As I stood back up, thinking we could make it the roughly two blocks back home as long as we went slowly. I glanced back only to realize that Sammy was lying behind the steps that lead up to his house :D Gwyn knew. She was stalling to either give Sammy a chance to come out and chat, or for me to realize he was there :D Needless to say, we went back and had a lovely chat.

Moral of the story: always listen to your hound!

Would you like to play with my ball?

I love Sammy!