Yes, Virginia, there is....
Virginia Woof (the pun was intended and came with the puppy) came to stay with me this past Friday evening and she is due back home today.
I gleaned from her owner that she's about 17. While she can and does still prance with some grace and elegance when she is on a roll, she shows her arthritic age when she moves slowly about. My Emmy Lou cannot quite understand who this larger grayish being in the house is.
Poor Virginia is hard of hearing and is not aware of standard hand commands for a deaf dog.... so she is often betwixt and between wondering where she is and where her territory begins and ends.
This must be what a parent goes through when they have two types of children..... one more boisterous and the other laid banck anddd subdued. One ready to play at any moment, the other that is more discriminating on the expenditure of energy.
The major difference between Virginia and Emmy Lou is in their eating habits. It is Virginia's habit, in her laid back smaller environment to graze during the day. The dry food sits in a bowl and waits in expectancy for a visit from her. No such thing for Emmy's bowl which is(on its own inanimate level, of course) fully aware of the fact that once it has touched the floor, it will eagerly set upon, emptied, and its contents probably 1/2 way to Em's digestive system - like Elvis - has left the building. Emmy eats, goes to the back door and immediately eliminates whatever came before the last deposit in her stomach.
Virginia crunches a few bits and wanders into another room to relax. She may settle down for a long nap before giving any indication it's time to go out..... and it's not quite as obvious as Emmy's move and stare. Virginia will instead yawn or give a kind of a whimper.
Today Virginia goes back home. I will have the pleasure of seeing her again soon - and with some familiar sights and sounds in her memory, it won't be as disorienting next time. Yes, Virginia, there is your Mommy and she will be very happy to see you once again, no worse for wear.
I gleaned from her owner that she's about 17. While she can and does still prance with some grace and elegance when she is on a roll, she shows her arthritic age when she moves slowly about. My Emmy Lou cannot quite understand who this larger grayish being in the house is.
Poor Virginia is hard of hearing and is not aware of standard hand commands for a deaf dog.... so she is often betwixt and between wondering where she is and where her territory begins and ends.
This must be what a parent goes through when they have two types of children..... one more boisterous and the other laid banck anddd subdued. One ready to play at any moment, the other that is more discriminating on the expenditure of energy.
The major difference between Virginia and Emmy Lou is in their eating habits. It is Virginia's habit, in her laid back smaller environment to graze during the day. The dry food sits in a bowl and waits in expectancy for a visit from her. No such thing for Emmy's bowl which is(on its own inanimate level, of course) fully aware of the fact that once it has touched the floor, it will eagerly set upon, emptied, and its contents probably 1/2 way to Em's digestive system - like Elvis - has left the building. Emmy eats, goes to the back door and immediately eliminates whatever came before the last deposit in her stomach.
Virginia crunches a few bits and wanders into another room to relax. She may settle down for a long nap before giving any indication it's time to go out..... and it's not quite as obvious as Emmy's move and stare. Virginia will instead yawn or give a kind of a whimper.
Today Virginia goes back home. I will have the pleasure of seeing her again soon - and with some familiar sights and sounds in her memory, it won't be as disorienting next time. Yes, Virginia, there is your Mommy and she will be very happy to see you once again, no worse for wear.
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