Who's training who?

I love my dog.  That’s mainly why I write this blog.  I also write it for writing practice, but mostly because I just love my dog--she is just so funny and lovable.

It has taken me exactly half an hour to be able to start writing this blog.  And do you know why?  Because from the moment I first sat down, Kitty came over to me and started pawing at my hands as I tried to place them on the keyboard.  So, I had to take my hands OFF the keyboard in order to pet her for a moment.  She was okay with that for about a minute.  When I tried to stop and begin typing again, she literally placed her paws on my hands.  I guess that’s her way of indicating that my hands do not belong on the keyboard right now.  Once again, I tried to pet her for a moment to settle her down, but she would not have it. She jumped up and went behind my laptop and began pawing at the top and back of the screen as if she were trying to fold my laptop closed.  She did NOT want me on my computer!

She is unbelievable sometimes!  It never ceases to amaze me that she tries to communicate with me. 

I kept asking her what she wanted, and she would jump at my hand and extend her paw to touch it, almost like someone does when they say “Tag!  You’re it!”  She continued to do that till I finally put my computer aside and got up to say, “Okay, what?  What do you want?”

She jumped down her little steps leading off my bed, and began running towards the kitchen.  She ran to her food bowl, touched it with her nose, and then ran and sat at her place on the carpet under the table.  There is a little area rug under the table, and during the winter months, she used to go and seek refuge from the cold floor on that rug.  Her food bowl was less than two feet away, but she would actually sit on the corner of the carpet and look up at me with sad eyes as if she were saying, “Please don’t make me sit on the cold floor.”  So, naturally, I would give in and move her food bowl up to her little corner of the carpet and let her eat in comfort.

The weather has warmed up since then, but the feeding ritual has continued.  Anytime she is hungry, she will actually go sit on that spot on the carpet very obediently and wait for me to bring her some food.  And that’s exactly what I do.

How can I not love her?

Well, the first time I tried to feed her, I gave her about a tablespoon of food, thinking that was enough.  But when she finished, she came back and began the ritual all over again.  She was letting me know that she was still hungry.  So, there I went again... back to the kitchen to give her another bit of food... while she sat on her little spot on the carpet.  I pushed the bowl up to her again, and she ate.

When she finished, she climbed back into the bed with me again.  Only this time, her little paw gently touched the blanket at the corner of my laptop. I lifted the blanket a bit, thinking she wanted to crawl under the blanket and snuggle up next to me while I sat and typed.
Nope.  Her little paw continued to pat my lap right at the base of my laptop.  I scooted the laptop further towards my knees, and she crawled onto my lap and is now snuggled up in a ball at the top of my lap, while I am left having to extend my arms to reach the keyboard of my laptop--which is now sitting on my knees....