My 14-year-old daughter was not feeling well. She was sitting on the couch lamenting, and was feeling overwhelmed sick, tired, homework, volleyball, and stress.
Our mini Doodle, Hemi, came to the rescue. Hemi hopped on my daughter’s lap, faced her, and gave her those droopy eyes.
“Things are okay. I love you. I am here for you.” This is what Hemi was “telling” her.
It worked. It broke the mood. Cal smiled, and hugged, kissed, and petted our little pooch. Life was better. They were reciprocating each other’s needs and meeting theirs at the same time. That is friendship and true companionship.
This was really quite an amazing scene to witness. We have two small dogs Hemi, who is about 7 years old (in dog years), and is a mix of a mini dachshund and mini poodle; and Libby, who is about 3 years old, and is a mix of a Jack Russell Terrier and a Schnauzer.
Hemi and Libby are very different dogs, regarding their personalities.
Libby is the lap-sitter. She buries her body under the blankets, which is always quite the scene to observe. If we have the fireplace on (that good gas fireplace with the remote and instant heat) or a portable heater on, she is right in front of it.
Hemi, on the other hand, is our protector. He does enjoy attention, back rubs, and pats on the head, but when it comes to his main purpose, he feels it is his obligation to protect his family.
We adopted Hemi from a center. He was given up by an elderly woman who could no longer care for him. For the first four years of his life, he lived with this woman. I am sure he certainly thought he needed to watch over her.
Thus, from day-one of Hemi joining our family, he has chosen me as his biggest receiver of his attention. As with many dogs and their owners, Hemi follows me around from the minute I walk in the door until I leave again for work or some other activity.
In the evening, he does not cuddle with me, but lies on the floor next to where I am lying. He is certainly not a lap dog.
Now, Hemi does enjoy the company of the others in the family, but I, being the head female of the house, am the “chosen one.” I get first bids of his attention. He rarely jumps on my lap, so it was quite astounding that he performed this feat on my daughter’s lap.
Dogs are amazing. Hemi could sense my daughter’s stress and frustration, so to the rescue he came. I had never seen him do that before.
Since this occasion, Hemi has become her favorite dog. She takes extra time to lavish him with some good old rubs on the tummy, which he loves. They now have a special connection. Yep, pretty cool.
When I was a girl growing up on our family farm, we always had dogs plural, more than one. They either migrated from somewhere that was not so great to them (strays), or my dad took them in from a visit to the butcher shop, another farmer, or whoever had a dog that needed a home. I am sure that Skippy, our black-and-white Spaniel mix, was one of these dogs.
Skippy was our family protector. We lived in a large two-story farmhouse. Each evening, he traveled his route. He made his way from bedroom to bedroom, to do his nightly family count, making sure everyone was safe-and-sound in their respective rooms. He would not find a place to sleep until this occurred. Skippy was with us for many years, and he continued this nighttime ritual until the day he died.
I will never forget this, or Skippy, as I am sure that my daughter will always have a special place in her heart for Hemi.
Yes, dogs are special family members.