One of my all-time favorite books is, “Kinship with All Life” (by J. Allen Boone). It’s a short but delightful read, and the book’s premise is this; dogs are a whole lot smarter (and more intuitive) than we humans can understand.
Several years ago, when Teddy was less than two years old, she came to my bedside one night and demanded that I awaken and arise.
I opened my eyes and saw my favorite quadruped standing there with an intense gaze in her eyes.
With as much gravitas as a Sheltie can muster, she lifted her snout ever so slightly and said, “Woof!”
As any dog owner knows, a dog has different barks for different occasions. This “woof” was different from the others.
I looked into her eyes for a minute and said, “What?”
She looked at me as if to say, “Listen, you need to get up and take a look outside. It’s important.”
She stood still and continued to stare intensely at me.
I arose from my soft pink bed and looked outside, and that’s when I saw two miscreants studying my car, parked in front of the house. One was especially interested in the license plate. The other was leaning over and looking in the driver’s window.
The dog stood beside me and barked incessantly. I was trying to figure out if I should holler or call 911, but Teddy’s barking was enough. They immediately stood up and briskly walked away.
Once the drama ceased, I praised Teddy. And I wondered, “How did she know? And how did she know how to get my attention with that little staring maneuver? How could she hear those muted malefactors, preparing to do heaven-knows-what to my slightly used 2003 Camry?”
Teddy just turned seven years old last month, and I recognize with some sadness that her life is half over.
For the first 30 years of my life, I didn’t like dogs. I was a cat person, through and through. When I was 36 years old, I got my first dog. When my mother met “Daisy,” for the first time, she fell in love with her. My mother told me, “I’m glad that you have discovered what a joy it is to have the love of a dog. There’s nothing like it.”
Mom was right.
PS. One of my most-popular blogs of all time (8,000 views) was this story about Teddy, but the link (from 2010) is now a “dead link.” Not sure how that happened, and this post was an attempt to repair the broken link - unsuccessfully! My apologies if you’ve heard this story before.
Roxy (black fuzzy cutie-pie) is Teddy's best friend, and sometimes, they have a sleepover. At first glance, you might think this is a human bed, but you'd be mistaken. It's a dog bed that humans are permitted to use.
Teddy has also mastered the art of relaxation.
Teddy also enjoys looking for kit homes in her spare time.
This is one of my favorite photos of Teddy. She loves taking me for walks.
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