The Best Dog In The World

Hamish
By A.M. Moscoso

I think my dog, Hamish Macbeth is pretty darn amazing.

He can open and close doors, he can work the deadbolt, he knows the names for his toys, ” ball, treat toy, toy, frisbee”- so he’ll bring you the one you ask for.

He does great off leash work and he is that perfect mix of sweet and willful.

I think if he could, he’d walk around whistling or singing.

He has that kind of personality.

Hamish-
Somebody asked for a frisbee?

Recently, we learned to use the slide at our neighborhood playfield to launch his tennis balls from- he thinks it’s great. I have to wait for him to roll them down and I get to fetch them.

It took me awhile to get him used to going up there and not launching himself off after a minute or two. He decided it was a cool place to be because if he didn’t feel like coming down there was no way for me to make him.

When he learned he could send things rolling down the slide,  it was a good day to be Hamish Macbeth.

Hamish:
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Recently Hamish turned three years old and I’m not sure what happened but all of the sudden I started to feel like I had shorted Hamish.

I don’t show Hamish- he comes from a line of show dogs and it shows in ways- he’s bright, focused and a bit of a comedian- he also reads people with his Ninja like radar.

All of the sudden I wanted Hamish to have ribbons and titles. I wanted to stand in a ring with him and have everyone know what a great dog he is.

The thing of it is, I don’t have the time to show him and I like our approach to learning new skills- it’s all for fun and if he doesn’t get it right away I honestly don’t mind.

He always learns in the end and he gets to do it at his own pace.

I told a friend that I was going to buy him a blue collar and leash and retire his pink leash and collar that he’s been wearing for most of his life.

Pink is my favorite color and he’s a chocolate lab with just a tinge of gold to his coat that I can’t seem to capture on camera, so the pink looks really stunning on him.

My friend pointed out that Pink is Hamish’s trademark and why am I giving that up?

Because I can’t help him win ribbons or titles and that’s as close as we’ll ever get to it I said.

” But he’s a great dog Anita.”

I know that.

But is that enough I wondered?

Photo: A.M Moscoso

 

That evening I was in bed reading a book and Hamish jumped up beside me and laid down next to me.

Hamish put his head on my should and looked at me with the most adoring puppy dog eyes I have ever seen in my life.

Hamish sighed and then he snuggled into my shoulder.

Then he lifted his head up and tried with determination and his version of laughing,  to stick his tongue up my nose.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Hamish and The Poison Bee

My dog is a Chocolate Labrador in name only.

He’s more like a fuzzy happy garbage can that eats whatever you drop into it- need I mention that I’m sure he’s the reason why my cat’s litter box is suspiciously clean at times?

Together it’s safe to say that Hamish eats anything.

Anything that is except for the Baby’s Bee ( that’s what we call pacifiers in my family- Bees ) that turned up in the street on our walks.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Hamish sniffed the Bee once and from then on he walks wide circles to get away from it- not only does he avoid it I’ve noticed other dogs doing the same thing.

It’s been there for almost two weeks now- so I named it the Poison Bee.

( Hamish putting hate on the Poison Bee )

Sometimes I’ll be going through my day or just as I fall asleep at night or when I wake up in the morning and I think to myself- what is it with that Bee…the Poison Bee…and I’m starting to think maybe it’s got to me, that it’s in my system working it’s way through my blood like poison does.

Maybe.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

BEWARE THE POISON BEE

H.Macbeth

 

Domino

 

My dog Domino died about 4 years ago this October.

Domino was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and by managing her diet, giving her a chance to go on very short walks everyday  and making sure she had lots of attention from me and her cat brothers ( who never left her side ) she had low if next to no stress in her day to day life. Domino had a few symptoms show up from day to day and none of the others that you would normally see in a dog suffering from this disease so I consider us lucky.

I won’t fool you, for the last two years of her life I was devoted to Domino and her care and it was a lot of work but I didn’t care-Domino was spirited and smart, she hated to get her paws muddy and loved getting her nails clipped and when she was a puppy she fought off and got the better of a dog that outweighed her by over 40 pounds.

Domino was an exceptional creature- second to none, two or four legged.

Domino and her brothers- when she got ill they insisted on going on walks with us.

 

One thing bothers me though- it bothered me the night she died and it bothers me now.

I had come home from work and as usual we went on our little walk, we ate dinner and we settled down to watch some TV in our bedroom.

After a few minutes  started to cough and then she got up, turned around a few times in her bed, she got comfortable and she died.

 

Domino went on her own clock, I believe that.

She knew what she wanted ( her walk, her dinner with Mom and our evening of tv watching ) and after she had her regular day she let go.

 

Me and Domino were alone together on the night she died- I put her pink blanket on her but I didn’t cover her face.

She had been such a pretty dog that I couldn’t do that- and I thought that if there was little spark in there somewhere, I wanted her to see me and her cat brothers until she was really gone.

I don’t know what I wanted to give her in those final moments of her life- she sort of ninja moved her way out of the world- but I guess was what bothered me was that she knew she was going to die  and I didn’t- I thought it was going to be another evening at home with my girl.

But it wasn’t like any other day – she died at the foot of my bed.

And I never got to say goodbye.

Domino shortly before she died- last month she would have turned 18 years old.

 

Daily Post Prompt: None

 

 

 

She ( has always ) Fought Like A Boss

When I was about six years old my Dad’s cousin bought a puppy.

” Nicky” as we called him was as sweet as he was big.

Nicky turned out to be pretty big when he was full grown:

But my story starts here:

Shortly after this picture was taken our family was together for a holiday event and we were all in the backyard when I asked if I could hold Nicky’s leash. I was walking around the yard with Nicky when my Dad whistled for Nicky and Nicky who for his own reasons would spend  his life thinking he was a puppy around my Dad took off like a shot.

He pulled me right off of my feet ( considering I was a shrimpy  little kid that was no surprise) and I held on to his leash while he dragged me across what seemed like a thousand acres of lawn right to my Dad’s feet.

” Why didn’t you let go?” I remember everyone asking me.

I looked back at them with the same look they were giving me. That look  said – ” did you loose your single brain cell or did you just forget to bring it along.”

The answer was obvious I said with the leash still firmly clenched in my hand.

” I didn’t want him to get away.”

I handed the leash over and dusted myself off and spit a bit of turf out of my mouth and I’m sure I didn’t just walk off.

I probably swaggered away,  like a boss.

 

Daily Post Prompt: Avid

 

Yes this is a true story!

Here’s some info about my cousin John and Nicky:

Shoreline man honored with AKC Lifetime Achievement Award

 

Oh. Hamish.

One afternoon I noticed my high energy dog- Hamish Macbeth was being a bit on the quiet side.

I looked over at him from where I was writing and he looked up and then he looked over to his right and yawned.

I asked him if he was feeling ok.

Hamish yawned.

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso

I went back to writing and Hamish’s sigh turned into a weird little puppy yap so I looked over to what he was looking at and noticed that there were a pile of his toys on the corner of his bed- and under the pile of toys was my cat Micey:

Photo: A.M. Moscoso
Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Sometimes I wonder about my dog- but mostly I wonder about my cat and if revenge really is a dish best served cold.

I’m afraid in this case…it will be.

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