Designer Dog Blogs

Freya, my rottiehound, gets her point across.  I can feel her in my head, even when I'm not looking at her.  It is like she is screaming "Give me a treat"  or "walk!".   When you combine the telepathic message with the woebegone intensity of her large brown aged eyes, she talks. When walking, her whole body is happy, from her wide grin to her puppy like gait.  When she does someting wrong, sadness invades her soul and every hair on her body droops.  On a rainy day, she is so pained; deep sadness permeates her... "Make the rain stop, Mommy"  When her little buddy doxle, Ziggy, is on a cat quest and temporarily disappears after digging under the fence, all I say is "Get Ziggy" and she's off on the chase, always finding him and barking in triumph.  She loves her little brother but Ziggy knows she is Alpha Dog...Freya could break his neck with a single bite but instead playfully nips at him while he is excitedly biting at her heels or jumping at her neck.  She loves to take Ziggy's favorite worn skunk and run through the yard and then sit on it, stealthily squeaking it and looking ferocious until Ziggy gives up and then she loses interest too.

 

Every morning, she needs Freya time.  She is very insulted that her daddy won't let a 70 pound dog sleep on our full size bed when her little brother curls up under the covers so she pushes me awake with her powerful nose until I crawl down on her bed and she exposes her massive tummy for a morning scratch...she expects this, it is only fair...

 

I know my big buddy is getting older but I pray every morning that God will keep our little family intact as long as possible....Can't imagine life without my two doggy children...I can't imagine life without Freya's big voice...