The guys have issues.
Take, for instance, whenever I have to be out of town. Misha and Grisha need to speak with me on a regular basis, somebody recruited to hold the phone up to their ear as I coo and chat. When I return, the dogs are happy enough to see me, tails wagging, ears back, joyful smiling and yawning and mini-yelps of joy. Yet, they find it difficult to trust that I won’t disappear again.
A quick errand turns into the terriers holding onto my leg as I try to drag myself out the door. Should I go into a bedroom or bathroom, when I emerge, they are sprawled across the doorway, snoozing with one eye open, monitoring my every move. I spy pistols under their paws, whether to hinder my getaway, or to repel wrongdoers, I know not which.
In the car, they lay over top of me, draped like afghans, attached like velcro. Imagine 20-pound, furry weights twitching, moaning, and stretching in dreamy delight.
Then there’s the issue of anyone coming to the door, when they hurtle themselves in body blocks, not caring that there’s a thick door between them and the interloper. More Mormons, mailmen, and Jehovah’s Witnesses have changed professions because of our delirious dogs intent on their destruction.
And thunderstorms are rough. The big guy, Misha, goes into shaking fits at the sound of thunder. It affects him to his very core. We try to hold and comfort him, but many dog whisperers suggest the exact opposite, to leave the dog alone, and show that thunder is not a big deal.
I don’t know. If he thinks it’s a big deal, then it’s big. I want to be there for him, just as he’s “been there” for me—kissing, pawing, poking during times of sadness.
On the other hand, the little guy, Grisha, who comes from an abused background, is usually fine during thunderstorms. Yet, he will bite at Misha if Misha dares to bark loudly at a front-door interloper. I guess he doesn’t like noise beyond a certain decibel, either.
Issues or no issues, we love our big dogs in little dog bodies. They are faithful and friendly (particularly if you’re on their “family and friends plan”), and the perfect therapists, even if they do drop off to sleep upon occasion while in mid-discussion.
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