How to Be a Dog and get away with it.

Ruff! Ruff! Hello, my fluffy pack! A while ago, Buff wrote a post called How to get away with anything. Think of this as the sequel.

I can't take credit for my post title though. A fellow blogger named Tim Clark suggested it as an alternative to Buffy's post and well I just had to use it. High five Tim!

Dogs are not the typical animal. Unlike other animals, we consist of magic. Yep! You heard me right.

Because of our magical abilities, there are things that we can do that might seem wrong, but it's really not. As always I've made a list of these so-called wrong right things.

1. Play biting our humans


I love to nibble on Renza's hands and feet. What?! I lick it better afterwards! She's not even upset. Let's just call it "play biting" because it sounds better than biting, although it's the same thing.

But say another animal like a bear or our ancestor the wolf starts nibbling on a human, it's wrong on so many levels. There might be some screaming involved and some chasing too. It normally ends badly.

When I chase mommy she'll scream and laugh at the same time. I try to get her good, but it's not as effective because I'm so cute. I also bite visitors feet and they just laugh or have low fear responses.

It's impossible to be taken seriously as a hunter around here. I guess that's what happens if you're a fluffy magic dog.

Unfortunately if a doggie was raised to be grumpy, then you will have to scream and run. No laughing required. Like our neighbour who is void of any magic juice.

Fluffy and neighbor dog.
Arguing with my enemy

2. Sleeping on beds and couches


A lot of doggies get away with this one. In fact, they have successfully convinced their humans that it's ok to share chairs and beds.

We're not allowed to sleep on mommy's bed although I've tried to make myself comfy on there several times. She says I shed too much. I think she's just lazy to vacuum!

We're allowed on certain covered chairs that I chewed on a bit or uhm alot. Otherwise we have our own beds that I destroyed and mommy fixed a million times already. What?! She loves fixing stuff!

There are some lucky dogs out there that can sit and sleep on anything. There's dog hair everywhere, but it's okay. Dogs are too cute for it to be wrong. That's why vacuums we're invented right? Vacuum or eat hair human!

3. Destroying everything human owns


Ripping things apart is what us doggies are notorious for. I refuse to apologize or feel guilty for doing something that's so much fun.

Buffy and Fluffy not sorry.
Sorry is for the weak!

I've already destroyed tons of mommy's stuff. Don't worry, it's ok. Sure you might see steam coming out of her ears and she'll yell a bit and I'll yell back, but that's it.

If a crazy family member destroyed something then that relationship is toast. If I do it, I get head scratches 20 minutes later with a lengthy apology. Yep! She's the one that says sorry.

4. Raiding the garbage bin


Bin raiding is a skill that Buffy has not taught me yet. I have to say I'm impressed by his sneakiness and stealth.

If a raccoon raided a bin then it's wrong. But because it's a cute fluffy dog with magic eyes, it's not wrong.

Buffy trying to get to garbage bin.
Buffy lying about his bin raiding addiction
Buffy is yell-proof. For as long as I lived here with mommy, Buff has never been yelled at.

Not because he's not naughty. Oh believe me when I tell you he does a lot of 'wrong' things. He's just that good.

I still get yelled at though. It's ok. Like I mentioned earlier, I always win an argument and get rewarded with cuddles afterwards. Yep! I'm that good!


5. Not greeting visitors properly


We unfortunately live in a house that always gets visitors. Always! When are we escaping Renza?! Geez!

Because the oldest people in the family live here, it's the hub and they have loads of church friends and know everyone.

Buffy and I are in charge of security around here, so we can't just look the other way. Buff hates long coats and pulls on them from behind. They must be hiding something!

I do my special fluffy dance for them to apologize for Buffy's coat pulling. A little feet nibbling gets thrown in there too because mommy loves it and they get a special greeting bark from me.

Apparently some visitors prefer less interaction. Oh please! We live here and you don't! Security checks is a must.

Don't worry! Renza does not care how we greet people. We are her babas and the visitors should make more effort to make friends with us.

We've made alot of human friends that visit, but we do get the occasional wimpy humans that's scared of dogs. Go grow a pair!

6. Watering everything in sight


This is a skill that Snowy has mastered. Buffy marked his territory before he was neutered and I occasionally had a few watering accidents. We have since moved on to designated areas. Snowy has not.

He stayed with us for 6 months and made sure everything smelled like him. Everything! He even attempted to water me. Yep! I was almost marked.

Snowy watering garden.
Snowy watering garden

Mommy thought it was funny. The nerve! He's very naughty, but because he's a dog with magical abilities he could just do whatever he wanted to.

Marking another dog's territory is the wrongest wrong of all the wrongs. But Renza's Snow-snow is too cute to be guilty. We can still smell him!

7.  Making noise


I'm an expert noise maker. It's just something that comes naturally to me. I howl, I bark, I don't care.

If the neighbors played loud music in the middle of the night, then the police would probably be called for noise disturbance.

Us doggies can have barkoffs 2 to 3 times a week and it's just background noise. There's no need to notify anyone because all the dogs are barking simultaneously.

There's no clear culprit to blame. Nope! I plead innocent. You have no proof! Argoooooof!!

Afternoon nap time

There you go, my fluffy pack. Now you have undeniable proof that dogs are magic. Don't worry! Unlike unicorns we don't have a murder weapon attached to our heads and we're actually real. What?!

Got to go now! I smell bones in the bin that we're not supposed to have but really, really want. Let me go tell Buff to tip the bin over while I distract the humans. Shhhh!

Ruff! Ruff!

Author: Fluffy
Job: Doing puppy work, part-time blogger, world leader in training.
Future plans: World domination
Likes: Biting hands, destroying everything in sight, playing, stalking, digging, cuddles and tummy rubs.
Dislikes: Baths, self-cloning Needleman and not getting my way.

Pic credit: Fluffy(me), Buffy and Snowy posing for pics Renza took and edited. Main pic from Pixabay.

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My experience with grief.

Recently I lost my grandma. I wrote a short tribute to her on the blog the other day here if anyone wants to read it.

Writing has always made me feel better or helped me make sense of what I'm feeling.

Lately I've been struggling to write. I tried really hard, but the words refused to flow. I thought of different topics, started writing and got stuck as I was thinking of ideas and my next sentence.

Then I remembered I've always written about things I'm experiencing currently and I was avoiding writing about what I'm feeling right now for fear that my readers would not want to hear about something so sad.

But I had to write about my grief in order to make room for whatever I'm going to create next. Releasing and sharing it might help me get unstuck.

Death is a part of life. One day we all will have that experience. It's not something people love to talk about. We'd rather avoid the subject. Me too.

No one wants to think about loosing a loved one or dying and yet it's something that will happen and is happening all around us.

My granny passed away on new year's day. A month ago today. She was someone that always wanted to leave her mark wherever she went.

At her funeral, so many came to pay their respects and to say their final goodbyes. People were standing outside because the church was too full.

There were extra chairs down the long isles, but it was not enough for all the people whose lives she touched. Even my grandpa who is 94 years old now, keeps saying he never experienced such a beautiful, massive funeral in all his life.

They came to say farewell to someone that they felt a deep connection with. A very wise, strong, funny and straight forward person that always had advice or lessons to pass on. Someone that made them better.

Everyone that spoke had tons of stories about her and we celebrated her life. It was beautiful. I was so proud of her and everything she left behind.

When I saw her in her casket, I cried uncontrollably. I was there the moment she passed, I said my tearful goodbyes, then I was fine.

She was free of suffering. Of pain. She's in heaven with God. I cried when I was alone at night but during the day I was talking and laughing. Talking about her.

About what she would've done now. I lived with her my whole life so I knew her. What she liked and disliked. Her responses to certain things. I was able to talk about her life.

My family was here everyday. Arranging things. I wormed my way into the planning of the funeral. My one aunt said I had good ideas and suddenly I was allowed to plan with them.

Those involved with planning worked well together without fighting. One took lead and everyone gave their ideas and opinions. If someone did not agree then pros and cons were discussed. At the end everything went smoothly.

Some family members not involved were unhappy about silly unimportant details. Fights broke out about things that didn't matter. This is where the dark side of grief starts to creep in. Masked behind disagreements.

Unfortunately the dark side of grief has to be there. The what ifs and the blaming and the anger and the guild. They all request a place when death is involved.

I'm a natural observer. It allows me to study people and their behaviour. To step back and look for reasons why they act the way they do, instead of getting sucked into whatever trip their mind is taking them on. Grief makes people insane.

If you look at the emotional scale, anger is a better feeling emotion than sadness. I saw a lot of people reaching for anger.

That fire that comes from anger makes you feel like you still have some fight left. It's better than feeling the emptiness. The loss. The sadness is too painful.

I found myself also reaching for anger, but because I check myself mentally I realized it's not going to benefit me in the long run.

And now I'm here. Left with the emptiness. The what more could I have done thoughts. She was 91 and I wanted her to stay with me forever. That's a selfish thought.

Everyone's physical journey has to end at some point. No matter what age. This life is temporary and we can't live forever.

She's free now and I have to let her be free. Her body could no longer contain her soul. It was God's will. I need to accept it.

I still talk to her everyday. Last week I stopped talking to her. Not on purpose. My mind was occupied by something I can't remember now.

That's when I felt the overwhelming sadness. The pain hurt so much it felt like I was breaking into a million pieces.

I couldn't understand why, because I was fine the day before. Then I realised I stopped saying good morning and goodnight to her.

Or telling her about what's going on with the family, if grandpa was doing ok, about my experience running the house without her or how I'm feeling.

She's physically not here anymore, but I could feel her presence. It felt comforting. It made me feel ok.

Then I stopped talking to her and I was not ok anymore. I kept wishing she was still with me and I couldn't understand why she left.

Forgetting she'll always be with me. The moment I forgot, was the moment I felt the overwhelming sadness.

She taught me so many things. Lessons I'll never forget. She's part of me. I'm here today because of her.

I see her in her children and all the grandchildren and great-grandchildren she helped raise. Her presence is all around me and with me. I have to remind myself not to forget.

I wish there was a fast forward button to this emotional rollercoaster I'm on right now, but there is none. All I can do now is adjust to this new reality.

One less plate to set, not having her to run to when I need comfort, feel ill or share silly jokes with. For some wise words or whatever magic she had to make everything ok. Empty chair and empty bed.

I folded the laundry and noticed her clothes aren't there anymore. So many little things to adjust to. There's too much quiet without her. This house feels empty.

I put a picture of her in my room and it made me feel better. I talked to her again and I felt better. It's far better than reaching for anger or drowning in the sadness. I can just reach for her when I feel the emptiness.

The new normal will take some time to get used to. Writing makes me feel better. It helped me figure out what triggers the overwhelming sadness.

Say all the things you want to say to your loved ones while they're still alive. Do all you have to do for them while you still can.

Everyone will have a different grief experience. I saw first hand what regret and guild does to people. It's an ugly sight. Don't be one of those people that realized it's too late.

I wish strength to those taking care of an ill, frail loved one. Not everyone knows how strong you have to be mentally and sometimes physically. Ask for help whenever you feel overwhelmed.

To those who lost a loved one, I hope you'll find your peace and honour their memory by celebrating their life and continuing to live yours. That's what they would have wanted.

Love to you all
Until next time,
Goodbye.

Pic credit: Pixabay image edited by Renza.

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