I love my outside environment but inside – not counting the food available there – it’s rather depressing. I’m still missing that long hallway of my old house.
“Hey, Lazy Bones, I found you a job,” Mistress says, her tone of voice all enthusiastic and joyful as she looks down at me.
Of course, I have no idea what a job entails but still I wag my tail because of her enthusiasm and that I’m happy to see her.
She then tells me that she booked an evaluation for me. “Come on let’s go.”
Now? You want me to go now. I’m really not feeling up to it I want to tell her. Can’t she read body language. Besides, I’m still feeling somewhat depressed because of the move.
dog contemplating having a job
Sometimes (too often) I am left alone. My favorite activity when this happens is to get comfortable and stare out at life outside. I can do this for hours. I am very good at focusing. Better than most humans, I would say. I just wish that she would move that basket of flowers. It blurs my vision.
Although the dog’s visual acuity is considerably less than that of a normal human, a lot of information is still getting from his eyes to his brain, even though the focus is “soft” and he won’t be able to make out many details. The overall effect is something like viewing the world through a fine mesh gauze or a piece of cellophane that has been smeared with a light coat of petroleum jelly. The overall outlines of objects are visible, but a lot of the internal details will be blurred and might even be lost. (p. 25)
In How Dogs Think by Stanley Coren.
dog contemplating life
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Not these hard to chew kibbles again!
Dog doing his daily crunches
My new environment is becoming quite exciting. If it was up to me (which it seldom is) I would stay outdoors as long as possible.
There’s a lot of interesting things to see outside. Yesterday, on our evening walk, we came across these new friends.
Dog observing new friends
I love my morning walks. My new environment is a lot different from my old one and I am beginning to discover all sorts of interesting smells which is super tremendously stimulating.
The percentage of the dog’s brain that is devoted to analyzing smells is actually 40 times larger than that of a human! It’s been estimated that dogs can identify smells somewhere between 1,000 to 10,000 times better than nasally challenged humans can.
dog enjoying grass perfume
“Hi there, lazy bones.”
I love the way she says it, all smooth and dream-like – almost as if she envies me – so I figure it must mean something nice.
dog napping before bedtime
“Let’s go home,” she says after our morning walk.
Those words used to send thrills through my heart. I loved my old neighbourhood with its variety of odours. Where are the intoxicating smells of roasted chicken coming from the delivery store? Where is the good owner of the deli who often slipped me a piece of pepperoni? And the trees trunks with the smell of my buddies?
There is none of this now. I feel lost.
I am inside an elevator and up we go with my stomach doing a tilt- a-whirl. I try to contain my fear. I am not used to being in such a small closed space. Then the doors open and I am able to breathe again and let out a loud bark which my mistress scolds me for. I follow her down a corridor and into my new home.
I miss my old home with its passage-way long enough for me to chase after my stuffed dinosaur. Here, though it’s too small. I head straight for my bed and sulk for the remainder of the day and evening, which in dog time is probably weeks, maybe months. I hate my new home. I hate that she didn’t even consult me about moving.