Is It Normal....?

[Pollywaffle]

I always think of this (old) piece when I read about dogs greeting their owners...

The Welcome

Author unknown

Read it fast to yourself, and picture the scene…

I hear it! I hear the car! HER car! And she’s coming this way! Oh, oh, I must run in and grab a gift! I must greet her with a gift! Oh, ‘BONK’ missed the step. No matter, I must hurry. Move over, doggy door! She’s coming, she’s coming! Gift, gift, where, what, oh, oh, oh, ah! A plastic bottle she drinks from, right here on top of the container they call trash! Oh, perfect. She’s coming, she’s coming! Oh, oh, oh…the door! I hear the door sound that sounds right before she comes in! Oh, it’s OPENING! SHE’S HOME! Oh, oh, ‘wiggle, wiggle, wiggle’ I cannot be still! You’re home! And look, look, I have this nice bottle! Oh, oh, you’re home, YOU’RE HOME! I have missed you so much, you’ve been gone hours, weeks, days, years! And so much has happened! A dog ran by and I chewed a tree and Pluto slept under the house and it rained a little! Oh, oh, oh! You’re home, you’re home! And you’re touching me! I can’t stand it, it’s so marvellous! Oh, and you’re speaking! “Murble, murble, good boy, murble, murble.” YES! Your happy voice. Oh, I’m about to burst! I’m so happy, happy, happy! Yes! I want to jump! I’m not supposed to jump, but oh, oh, just a little jump! “Off.” Darn. Oh, I cannot be still. I’ll roll over and wiggle on my back! Oh, yes! She’s rubbing me – my tummy, my head, my sides! Oh, oh, oh! Now what? Now where’s she going? Oh, oh, yes! Back to the room where we sleep at night! Great! It has the big pad we sleep on and ‘L-E-A-P’ I can get up here close to her. And here she comes! Oh, oh, oh! I can stand on my legs and put my paws around her neck and – uh oh! Can’t lick with this bottle in my mouth. But it’s my present to her! Oh, oh, what to do? And she’s rubbing me! But I want to lick her, oh, oh, I think I’m about to burst! “Off.” Oh, darn. Drop the bottle. Oh, YES! She’s coming back! She took off the pieces she puts on her eyes and I can stand and ‘lick, lick’ I love you, I love you, I love you, I love ‘lick, lick, lick’ you taste so good, sweet, I love that stuff you smear on your face every day. I love to lick it off, oh, oh, and you’re rubbing me again! My back, my head, my ears, oh, oh ‘lick, lick, lick’. “Murble, murble, good boy, murble, murble.” “Off.” Darn. I will lay here and watch her. Watch her peel her fur – it’s not very warm fur, I don’t think. How does she do that? And I will get that look on my face that always makes her come and rub me. The look where I roll my eyes up, and keep my head flat here and she will come…and she’s putting on her play skin! YES! We will play – sometime. I cannot be still. I am SO happy, happy, happy. Now she’s going in the room with the wonderful water bowl! I LOVE that water bowl – always cool, clean water! She’ll be out in just a minute, just a minute, just a…..yes, she’s coming! She’s here again. Oh, oh, oh…..now back to the room with the box that has pictures and sounds. Ah, I know what happens now. Yep, she’s laying down on the big pad there. Now she’ll sleep. But that’s okay. She’s HOME! SHE’S home. She’s home. And she smells tired. So I will lay beside her here and guard her and wait while she sleeps. And when she wakes up she won’t smell so tired. And we’ll play and play. S-i-g-h. I’ll just rest with her now, and smell her while she sleeps. And wasit again. For, the next thing that happens, and then, oh, oh, zzzzzzzzz…..

Love it...

that's my girl!

[Loving my Oldies]

I know how you feel...my girl absolutely adores me...not sure where the adoration comes from, but I can sometimes be sitting watching television and I'll look down the side of my chair and she's staring up at me with adoration written across her face...sometimes it's a little confronting and a little overpowering, but I never dissuade her as there's very few people in this world who view me as she does...guess I've got to enjoy it while I have it!

It's scarey isn't it? I think we have such a huge responsibility to these amazing creatures whose lives depend on us.

[tdierikx]

Multiply by 4 and you have some idea of the madness at my place when I get home... errr!

T.

[JackC]

Multiply by 4 and you have some idea of the madness at my place when I get home... errr!

T.

But I'm sure its madness you yern for... correct ? :D

[tdierikx]

Definitely... it's nice to come home and know you are wanted... lol!

T.

[Alkhe]

I can't even get CLOSE to Maggie when I get home, she runs around going ballistic and if I try and touch her or say hi she just bolts past and continues running. She's now started running up and down the stairs too, or running upstairs and disappearing until she finds the right toy, and then starts bolting around again. :D

She's now 5, and doing hte opposite of settling down as she ages... :laugh:

[Catarina]

Haha wow! Look at all the replies! =)

I work the usual 9-5 job and she's usually free to roam around the backyard during the day.

From the first day we brought her home until 8 months, she's always been inside the house during weekdays/work and also when we're sleeping. She was only outside when we're home.

But now that she's older, we leave her outside most of the time and of course, the daily walks. =)