Jasmine’s coat is smooth, but she has a bit longer hair/fur/coat than other smooths. I thought, given her short coat, shedding and dog hair would be at a minimum–that’s one of the benefits of having a dog with this kind of coat. Nope. Jasmine is shedding her “winter” coat with a vengance!
Every morning, as my oatmeal is cooking in the microwave, I sit on the floor and brush her. She loves it–it’s another opportunity to have her body rubbed and scratched, and she’s undoubtedly a “scratchie junkie.”
It’s nice that she likes the brushing. It’s one of the first activities that she enjoyed, and it led to her being comfortable in my lap. The last month, however, has yielded a sprinkling of dog hair throughout the house. It’s amazing how much hair this dog has to LOSE. After every brushing, I have a large (okay, large for a 10-pound dog) pile of hair sprinkled on the kitchen floor. I even had to replace the Dust Buster…it couldn’t keep up, and I had to get the super 15.4 volt version. 🙂
When I brought her home from the kennel on Monday, she had five days of shedding build-up to get rid of. After 10 minutes the hair finally stopped coming off, and I had an alarmingly large pile on the floor. If Jasmine was human, it would be Rogaine time!! All she knew was that she got an extra-long brushing session, and she was very happy on many fronts. As was I.
Jasmine continues to love going for rides in the car, and she’s now taken to standing on her hind legs, resting her front paws on the arm rest and putting her nose out of the back seat window. She’s just tall enough to peek out of the window and look around, and it’s SO cute to see her like that. I can imagine that other drivers see that little face and just have to smile.
While she loves the back seat, Jasmine has been also trying to climb into the front. We just got back from another trip to the East coast, and Jasmine has been particularly clingy today. It’s understandable–she doesn’t like the kennel, and I have a feeling that she doesn’t sleep much there (she spent all day yesterday in a sleepy stupor). She was trying, dangerously, to cross the chasm between the back and front seats. Her nose can just touch the center console. I took her with me to run an errand, and after the errand, I decided to move her pillow into the front passenger seat so she could reach me.
I secured her adjustable leash with the seatbelt so she wouldn’t go far and put her on her fluffy pillow. We headed for home. Instead of settling down, she tried to climb over the center console and into my lap. Now, I’ve seen these crazy drivers with dogs in their laps, noses hanging out of the driver’s side window. I will not do that–it’s so dangerous for both the dog and driver. It wasn’t safe to have her roaming around, so I pulled over into a parking lot and put her back in the back seat. She wasn’t pleased, but I’d rather have her safe than causing an accident.
So Jasmine is a forever a back-seat rider. And now that summer is here, she’ll get to be a back seat rider in my convertible, wind whipping her ears around. 🙂
Okay, I admit it. I’m one of THOSE dog owners…the ones that have cutesy nicknames for their pets. Jasmine is a pretty name, but I also call her other things like:
- Jazzy and Jazzy-dog (well, that’s not surprising, is it?)
- Rompy dog (dachshund + grass = romp romp romp)
- Puppy (much different than pup-pup)
- Sweetie dog
- Cutie dog
- Baby girl
- Woofty (she makes a little woof sound that’s kind of a cough or rush of air…cute cute cute)
Oooh, I cringe at myself for being one of THOSE people, but Jasmine is so cute that I can’t help it. I think every dog owner thinks their dog is the cutest dog in the world…well, I certainly do. 🙂 And cute dogs deserve cute names. Yup. Uh huh. I’ll keep telling myself that. All that matters is that she comes running, bright eyed and tail wagging, every time I call her.
I walk Jasmine every day, and more often than not, I run across irresponsible dog owners. Let’s see…
- There’s the giant piles of dog poop on someone’s lawn or on the sidewalk, which means the owners didn’t think it was necessary to pick up after their dogs or the dogs were running free in the neighborhood.
- There’s the dog owner that walks the dog off leash, making this a hazard not only for other people but for the dog (squirrel + off-leash walking in a busy neighborhood + SUV = squished dog).
- There are the dog owners who believe that the “no dogs allowed” sign at the local schools don’t apply to them. They’re probably the same dog owners who caused the signs to be placed there in the first place (no, I never see them with poop bags).
- There are the dogs that have come running full boar at Jasmine because their owners don’t think it’s necessary to control–or even collar–them when they are in their unfenced, open front yards. The owners come running after their dogs and then make some lame excuse like, “oh he’s just a puppy and he wants to play.” Am I supposed to read his puppy mind and think that he doesn’t mean harm to me or my dog? And what if MY dog isn’t up to having a 100 pound dog pounce on her? Hm? And is it okay to let your dog go running across the street at his whim? What if a car was driving down the street?
It’s this last scenario that has caused me to rant today. Some huge lug of a golden retriever came barreling across the street and jumped on Jasmine. The owner’s kids were in the yard, saw what was happening and did nothing except stand there, mouths hanging open. I screamed at them to come get their dog, and they did nothing. After screaming at them again while trying to fend off the somewhat harmless yet way too enthusiastic dog, the owner came running over and said, “sorry, he’s just a puppy.” I calmly (yes, calmly) stated that regardless, they needed to have the dog leashed while out, it was dangerous to have the dog loose, and their dog scared the crap out of mine. Poor Jasmine. She was really freaked out.
The dog had NO collar or tags. The owner obviously had NO verbal control over the dog. So, if the dog ran away, well, too bad…he’s just a puppy, right? For crying out loud, people, you have big brains and reasoning. Use them. I guess if your kid went running after something across the street without looking you’d have no problem with that too? And if the dog got run over because you didn’t have the sense to keep them safe, would that be okay? No, I didn’t think so.
Okay, rant off. Jasmine is okay–this time.
Jasmine loves home. Home is her domain, her safe place. When we go on walkies, she is happy to come home and she bounds into the house when we return. Her fluffy pillows, her numerous ropey toys, and her comfy dog beds are here. I spend much of my day with her here. When we go outside, she always jumps at the chance to go back in. She’s a house dog, and home is where her heart is.
However, our home is going through changes. We will be moving next year, and we’re in the beginning stages of sorting through our piles of stuff and clearing out the clutter. We’ll then move to remodeling certain parts of the house to prep it for a sale. All this means major changes to Jasmine’s fortress over the next year. Little by little, the things that are familiar to her will change. Except us. She’ll always have us.
When we move, we anticipate that it will take her time to once again claim her domain, make our new house her home. But as long as she has us, she’ll be home. People who rescue animals look for ”forever homes” for their keep. They don’t know how true those words are, because Jasmine is forever a member of our family.
While my husband has been away, Jasmine’s night-time routine has been different. Instead of just plopping down into her bed at night, she has been particularly rambunctious. She has been crawling under the bed, banging around here and there, running over to hubby’s side and peeking to see if he’s there, and then running around the house. She can’t figure out where he is!
Last night, I found out what she has been doing under the bed. I had a blanket under the bed that I had forgotten about. It’s a particularly soft and warm blanket that I crocheted. Jasmine has been crawling under to play with and snuggle with the blankie! I used a flashlight to see what all the commotion was, and I immediately started laughing when I saw her with her head covered by the blanket, those little eyes peeking out with a “uh oh” look in them. I pulled the blanket out and put it onto her bed. She came scampering out, immediately jumped on the blanket, did some blanket fluffing with her mouth and paws and finally plopped down in her new nest. A couple of minutes later, she was snoring.
So Jasmine has a new blanket. How could I deprive her of such comfort? Besides, I can always make another one. 🙂
My husband is away this week on a business trip, so Jasmine and I are enjoying some alone time. Any change in her routine is difficult for her, and this week, her issues stem with uncertainty. My husband usually feeds her. Now, it’s me. When it’s bedtime, she doesn’t know where he is, and she creeps over to his side of the bed looking for him. Last night, when she didn’t find him, she crawled under the bed and hid. I think she’s anxious because her normal routine has been disrupted…there’s uncertainty now.
The nice thing about routine is that her anxiety level goes down when she understands the context of the action. From the very start, she’s been left home alone for anywhere from two to six hours at a time. Instead of causing separation anxiety, this is part of her normal routine and entirely acceptable. That’s not to say that she’s not wonderfully happy to see me when I get home, but it’s nice to know that I can leave her without distressing her.
During these past few days, she’s been pushing the “I want a treat” button more frequently than usual. Maybe I’m more aware of the cute little requests…no, I think she’s just taking advantage of my soft underbelly as she jumps on me with wide eyes and a wagging tail. I’m good with that. 🙂
Lately, Jasmine has been wagging her tail. Before, she’d only wag if it was dinner time, if she was getting a treat, or if she was asked if she wanted to “go for rides” with me in the car. These days, that little tail has been wagging much more often. She wags when she’s jumping up to say “hello” to me as I’m sitting on the couch. She wags when it’s time to get brushed. She wags when I call her over to sit in my lap. She wags when she’s trying to get my attention to play with her, take her outside, or just pet her.
Bark Magazine has a montage of pictures in every issue of “smiling” dogs. Jasmine doesn’t often have a smiling doggie face, but she’s starting to relax. The wagging tail, the bright eyes, the increase in confidence when we’re walking…more signs that Jasmine is coming out of her shell and beginning to enjoy life away from her past.