Dogs and Doorbells

I am having a “life is what happens when you are busy making other plans” kind of day today – so bear/bare with me!

First, our life is heading in a different direction yet again – we think!  Back to California. We are not Arizona people, apparently, and definitely not living-in-a-tin-can people!  I am so grateful that I have a loving relationship with my dearly beloved – because 300 sq. feet, 2 largish adults and two small dogs constantly underfoot is a task I don’t seem capable of handling for very long!

Secondly somehow, my wireless USB modem is on the fritz. Ed sits in another corner of the library with my computer, desperately trying to find a solution, and a driver that will get everything up and running again. I am at a library computer, catching up on email and writing assignments and work-related biz for Bobby and Joan. So I thought I would go forward with another one of the topics I mentioned a while back as a possibility for a blog – Dogs and Doorbells. So… forward and onward!

So, unless you are new to my blog, or have been meditating in a cave for many years, you know I am a dog lover. Particularly my current two; Dixie, four, a short-haired red mini-dachshund, and Kadie, three, a long-haired brown and tan semi-mini. Well, more like a double-semi! LOL

They spend their days and nights lounging or walking (more like a quick dash out on 100+ degree days for necessary potty time, and then back into the coolness of the trailer – where there is iced water and food to munch on, and TV to listen to with one ear cocked…) near us… always near us. Small dogs seem to be more fixated on closeness with their people, in my experience. Most of our dogs have been medium-sized labs and spaniels. While they loved our companionship, they were also perfectly happy to lie outside in the shade, listening and looking at wildlife, cloud formations and the occasional edible tidbit in the form of cat detritus (AKA kitty tootsie rolls) or some such.

One of the things “our girls” seem to be fixated upon is listening to the TV noises. Coyotes or burros (donkeys) on the TV always makes them jump and stare at the front door, because they hear the real thing outside frequently.  But they rarely pay attention to dogs barking on the TV. Go figure. But there was an ad, a while back, (a Toyota ad I believe) about a couple driving around looking for their dog. They had a squeaky toy that they were squeezing,  trying, I assume to get THEIR dog’s attention. Well, whatever their intent – Dixie went insane – EVERY DAMNED TIME! She would leap to her feet – looking madly about, running to her toybox and checking out all her own squeakies to be sure they weren’t calling to her. She would jump on our laps, nosing around to see if there was a new toy in the offing, somewhere. Ed and I would be helplessly hysterical, watching her, (have I mentioned we are easily amused?) and intent on seeing how crazy we could make her while the ad was on. Yup, we are those sorts of people…


Doorbells. OMG. We do not have a doorbell. We have not HAD a doorbell ever since we have had the dogs in our lives (2-1/2 years for Dixie, 18 months for Kadie.) But let a doorbell ring on TV, they turn into raving maniacs, barking and howling and snarling. Kadie stands there, barking so hard that her sausage-shaped body bounces backward at every yap. They face the door, daring that brave, intrepid or incredibly stupid human on the other side to come in. My ankle biters seem to have no sense of directional hearing – they never look at the TV, or seem aware that the sound is not originating from their territory.  Which goes to show that even though we anthropomorphize the hell outta our pets, they really are rather, uh, slow to grasp realities in their lives. Such as there are no doorbells in this world. That is probably for the best, because I am afraid if we did have a doorbell we would ring it at odd times, just for the fun of watching the dogs freak out. Sigh. Please don’t report me to PETA!

Dogs are fascinated with human potty behavior. Go into the bathroom, leaving the door open, sit down to do your business, and voila, there will be a dog at you feet, head cocked, looking curiously at you. They don’t “get it” and they want to! When Dixie can’t hold it any more, she heads for the bathroom. If we are attentive, as soon as we notice that, we grab the leashes and head for the door. She always looks puzzled. Isn’t that room where one goes for privacy in doing one’s business? Why the fuss? And what else is the white stuff on the roll for besides unraveling and having a great ol’ time? After all, it’s all playtoys for dogs, right?

Our dogs are weird. And they show us that they are not just companions, walking buddies, warmth for sleeping or fur to cry into when you are sad. They are a constant source of entertainment and amusement. We spend more time each day laughing at them (with them?) than we do preparing meals or watching TV. Kadie is on her back 75% of the time. Sprawled out, belly bared, legs spread in a most unladylike manner, lettin’ it all hang out. Dixie has a particular method of play. First she will sit at your feet and yap at you. When you give in and reach for her toy (a stuffed one, with a squeaker, of course) she will move it out of your reach. Then she will bark again. If you DO manage to get a hold of it, there is a requisite five minutes of tug-a-war. Then you you must throw it for her to go fetch. Repeat ad infinatum, ad nauseum. Sometimes Kadie will try to get in on it, and Dixie will go off and pout. Vastly entertaining, all of it!

Well, that is it for today – I am gonna go bug Ed for a while, and see if he has gotten any answers to our computer dilemma! Until next time – keep ringing those doorbells!


About ReaderWoman

Professional reader and researcher for writers - Reviewer and Editor for online book review sites - AVID reader (well, duh!) writer, crafter (sewing, jewelry, fiber art) photographer, herb gardener, love to learn new things - Married 3842 years, 2 "kids" (now 34 and 36) and two grands (13 and 15) Born and raised California Girl, with stints in Tennessee, learning to speak Southern, and Arizona, learning that living in a trailer is NOT fun! Enjoy conversations with wine and chocolate, long walks and being with hubby and family. Life is good!
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7 Responses to Dogs and Doorbells

  1. Madlyn Creekmore says:

    Great commentary. Enjoyed it immensely. My part daschund and part – who knows what is on the floor near me. She also lays on her back more than any other dog I’ve known. She is a talking dog with a beautifully deep and resonant voice. It’s a cooler day here – with thunder threatening we may get a rain. A nice breeze is blowing but I still have the A/C on. Humidity is the culprit. Gotta get up and do something other than computer. Hope your’s gets going soon. I had to send mine to HP to be fixed so am using daughters’ new one. Here’s to the “remove” back to CA.

    • ReaderWoman says:

      We rarely see days below 100 out here – did you get my second letter about moving to AZ? Will email you more. Glad you liked my post – i sure am nutz about my dogs!

  2. I can’t help but be happy that you’re returning to California because now I might finally get to meet you. That was surprising but also not surprising news. I know you’ll keep us up to date.

  3. Jo says:

    Back to California? Keep me updated as to where and when! Sarah wants to visit Cali – told her I’d let her fly and let Becca keep her…lol But, if you’re going back, I’ll send her to you!

  4. susanideus says:

    Our Duffy just goes crazy when I play a video Becca sent me of her dog, Tex. His ears perk up, he looks around, runs to the door, nudges my laptop. I should take a video of him responding to the video! He is a constant source of amusing entertainment–and love–for us.

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