My Dad
08/05/09 07:53 Filed in: Pawsonal
My Dad is not himself. He seems tired all the time
and he doesn't seem very happy.
I don't know what is going on with him. I don't know what I can do to make him feel better. He doesn't come along for walks any more and he doesn't often want to play with me in the backyard either.
Yesterday, I decided to take matters into my own paws. When he got home from work, I ran up to him and starting circling, round and round, through his legs over and over again, pushing my head at his hands. That got a reaction for a while but then he faded again. So I lay down between his feet and stayed there: you're not going anywhere, bucko, until you play with your puppy.
Even so, it was just Mom, Riley and me on the evening's walk. Dad stayed home by himself some more. And then, once we got home, he went to bed early again.
This morning I decided to try a different approach. When three-on-a-bed time came, I jumped right up and stood over him, staring at him. When he finally opened his eyes, I licked his nose not once but twice. There's that smile I've been missing. So I sat down on his chest and licked him again. Then I slid off to lie beside him and started licking his hand. Salty, yum.
I'm not sure what's up with the old man but I want him to know I'm there for him. I think I licked that message into him!
I don't know what is going on with him. I don't know what I can do to make him feel better. He doesn't come along for walks any more and he doesn't often want to play with me in the backyard either.
Yesterday, I decided to take matters into my own paws. When he got home from work, I ran up to him and starting circling, round and round, through his legs over and over again, pushing my head at his hands. That got a reaction for a while but then he faded again. So I lay down between his feet and stayed there: you're not going anywhere, bucko, until you play with your puppy.
Even so, it was just Mom, Riley and me on the evening's walk. Dad stayed home by himself some more. And then, once we got home, he went to bed early again.
This morning I decided to try a different approach. When three-on-a-bed time came, I jumped right up and stood over him, staring at him. When he finally opened his eyes, I licked his nose not once but twice. There's that smile I've been missing. So I sat down on his chest and licked him again. Then I slid off to lie beside him and started licking his hand. Salty, yum.
I'm not sure what's up with the old man but I want him to know I'm there for him. I think I licked that message into him!