Different dogs

[ksmith]

T-storms last night and this morning. Rumbles. King would have been pacing, pawing me, trying to climb onto the bed. He hated thunder. Over the last few years, he even grew restless as the pressure changed.

Gaby…sleeps. Unless it rumbles hard enough to rattle the house, she pretty much ignores storms.

It’s strange, getting used to not having to do certain things because King is no longer around. No more emptying tissues and paper towel out of the open-top trash cans so he wouldn’t eat them. No more lowering the toilet lid to keep him from drinking. Last week, I put the pale green and white bedspread on the bed–King would always brush against the edges of bedspreads when he followed me around the room, and his hair really showed up on anything light-colored.

Yeah, I know. Trying to keep dog hair off the bed–what was I thinking?

I can even contemplate switching out the lava rock in the backyard for wood mulch. King used to love to chew on anything wood, and whenever he had a stomach upset he would eat anything to try to quell the burning, including mulch. Gaby’s not a wood eater.

Bladder capacity, however, is another matter. I have to make sure to set out the pads before I leave for any period of time because little Miss Teaspoon-and-a-Half sometimes can’t hold it for more than a couple of hours….

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

Comments

[threeoutside.livejournal.com]

It's hard adjusting to the fact that some things are easier after a floofy baby has passed on.

[qnofhrt.livejournal.com]

We've seen the same sort of reaction to storms with our cats. Our floofy boy in the picture may be the biggest cat in the house but he's under the bed in a heartbeat at the first rumble of thunder or even a hard rain. His companion at the time was unperturbed by anything. Of course said companion, although very affectionate, had the IQ of a fence post :-)

We've had to adjust with the two new cats. Well, actually with one of the two new cats - Miss Mischief - who is into everything. After years of cats ignoring my yarn and knitting, I have to keep it in sealed containers least she drag it around the house.

The things we do for our fur babies!

[kristine-smith.livejournal.com]

It feels like betrayal, in a way. I loved King, but sometimes it was like having a skittish pony in the house.

[threeoutside.livejournal.com]

I know exactly what you mean. I guess it's part of being human.