I’m back from the precipice
…whew
This is J. Dudley Gilbert again. I’m back!
My human had to write last week’s update because I was kind of out of it. But not any more! I don’t even remember what all the fuss was about, but at a subliminal level I have concluded that my humans are not to be out of sight for one second.
I am living up to my nickname every moment of the day: Velcro.
I will be blissfully sound asleep, chasing rabbits, and if my human tries to disappear into another room, bam, I’m up and trotting alongside her. Sometimes I grab my purple bunny and bump into her with it just to make sure she knows I’m there.
This is what I am bred to do: LOVE.
Over the last few weeks, my human and I have written stories about me having seizures. That, too, can be a part of our Golden Doodle breeding. Both Golden Retrievers and poodles can have this disorder in their DNA, so we have learned. It’s not that we all have them, but there are no guarantees for anything in life, so here we are.
Whenever we go outside we meet another Doodle of one kind or another. Some are bigger, some are brown (I’m red and white, as you can tell by the pictures), some are blonde, some are black and white, but we all are a combination of of either a lab and a poodle or something else and a poodle. The poodle in us is supposed to make us not shed. I don’t shed, so that’s a big plus from a human perspective.
Many of us are insecure. We are so devoted to our humans we do not want to be separated from them. I suppose this genetic trait has been heightened in me now that I’ve been hospitalized four times. My human took me to get a haircut yesterday and instead of dropping me off for hours, she stayed in the lobby. I started to get super agitated when locked in a cage and got very scared, and since we still aren’t sure what triggers seizures, she came back to talk to me. I still wanted out of that damned thing, but at least I realized I wasn’t abandoned forever.
I get a peanut butter treat every eight hours. My humans set alarms so I know that when their phone has a certain ring (alarm), I get two pills in what’s called a ‘pill pocket’ treat, or they smother them in peanut butter on their fingers.
We have learned a lot. We thought when we started this column it would be a lighthearted, romp. Instead, we’ve had moments of life or death drama.
It is safe to say, however, my humans think I’m worth it.
So far.
J. Dudley
Hey, humans, do you like to write stuff? Why not come to Lake Okoboji in September and hook up with a bunch of folks who like to write and come to the Okoboji Writers’ and Songwriters’ Retreat?
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You are one lucky puppy, Master Dudley! Keep on keeping on, Humans ❤️