Rocky's Change of Heart
On July 13, I wrote about Rocky, my German Shepherd Dog puppy, and how he spoke to me out loud in English.
"As I prepared to leave with Jessie tonight for her positive reinforcement class, I realized I would have to crate Rocky. He is so hyper and I knew he'd be so strung out from Jessie leaving that he would be better off sitting safely in his crate. As I locked him up, he howled in a tortured, high-pitched voice. It's hard to translate into the written word, but it sounded something like 'i row ruh oo, i row ruh oo, i row ruh oo!' and became more and more high pitched until the words became clear, "I doan luh yoo, I doan luh yoo, I doan luh you" over and over as if to scold me for leaving."
Well, today I had to crate Rocky, and his sister Jessie, and Felix, the Schipperke, while I went inside because I had all sorts of papers I was filing on the table and Rocky, in the last few days, has taken to jumping on the table! At the coercion of Felix, he then tosses down items for Felix to shred. Felix, of course, being a cat-fox-dog-bat creature, can hop on the table any time he pleases. But he finds it more entertaining to send Rocky up there and just finds it fun, in general, to command the other dogs in feats of mischief.
So, not trusting any of them except for Macintosh, I crated them all and headed inside with Mac to download some new tunes before I returned to filing.
That's when Rocky started talking again. The tortured, high-pitched voice...this time had a different message for me--"I luh you...I luh you...I luh you!!!" I smiled and continued in to download some music. What a difference a month can make. We've only had Rocky since Memorial Day weekend, so I don't blame him for not loving me until now.
Later, when we had all gone out for romps and then were back in and I was at my filing again, Rocky came up to me and put his huge head next to mine where I sat and looked at me so earnestly with those bright eyes.
"So, Rocky, you love me now eh?" I asked him. I was answered with a big, sloppy lick that went from my chin to my forehead for an answer.
I kissed him back before I went inside to clean my glasses.
"As I prepared to leave with Jessie tonight for her positive reinforcement class, I realized I would have to crate Rocky. He is so hyper and I knew he'd be so strung out from Jessie leaving that he would be better off sitting safely in his crate. As I locked him up, he howled in a tortured, high-pitched voice. It's hard to translate into the written word, but it sounded something like 'i row ruh oo, i row ruh oo, i row ruh oo!' and became more and more high pitched until the words became clear, "I doan luh yoo, I doan luh yoo, I doan luh you" over and over as if to scold me for leaving."
Well, today I had to crate Rocky, and his sister Jessie, and Felix, the Schipperke, while I went inside because I had all sorts of papers I was filing on the table and Rocky, in the last few days, has taken to jumping on the table! At the coercion of Felix, he then tosses down items for Felix to shred. Felix, of course, being a cat-fox-dog-bat creature, can hop on the table any time he pleases. But he finds it more entertaining to send Rocky up there and just finds it fun, in general, to command the other dogs in feats of mischief.
So, not trusting any of them except for Macintosh, I crated them all and headed inside with Mac to download some new tunes before I returned to filing.
That's when Rocky started talking again. The tortured, high-pitched voice...this time had a different message for me--"I luh you...I luh you...I luh you!!!" I smiled and continued in to download some music. What a difference a month can make. We've only had Rocky since Memorial Day weekend, so I don't blame him for not loving me until now.
Later, when we had all gone out for romps and then were back in and I was at my filing again, Rocky came up to me and put his huge head next to mine where I sat and looked at me so earnestly with those bright eyes.
"So, Rocky, you love me now eh?" I asked him. I was answered with a big, sloppy lick that went from my chin to my forehead for an answer.
I kissed him back before I went inside to clean my glasses.
Labels: dogs, Felix, German Shepherds, Jessie, Macintosh, Rocky, talking dogs
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