Diligence JonesConversations with my dog:
Benson: [grooming] 👅 🚀 👅
Me: Ew. This is a No-PeePee household. Yuck. No PeePee. Put it away.
Benson: 🚫 🚀 🚫
Me: Thank you.
Don't judge me.
Know what Benson enjoys?
Visits from the mobile vet.
What's awesome:
He gets to wrestle on the floor with Dr Frazier and the vet tech.
Constant treats!
Lots of pets and scritches and folks doing fun things to his legs and belly.
He can go outside and pee in a jar!
And then he comes upstairs again and takes a nap.
He had his blood pressure taken today and it was so cute I thought I was gonna die. The little cuff with paw 🐾 on it!!
Live Cumbia music at Safeway Plaza.
A dad and his daughter eating ice cream, dancing, and smiling.
The musicians are taking a break, smoking a joint.
Benson and I under a tree, enjoying the rare Rockridge community chill out vibe.
Then a balloon pops! Glitter everywhere! People laughing as confetti rains.
Benson?
Uh-oh. His tail is completely puffed out, and he's trembling head to toe.
If he wasn't tethered to me, he would have run into the street in a panic.
We're a block away from the terror balloon, and I say: Take us home, buddy. Find home.
And that sweet schmoopie walks us all the way home! No lollygagging or leash shenanigans. Just a freaked out Benson intent on getting to his Safe Place.
He didn't even want to roll around in my shoes. He went straight to Safe Place.
I love how Benson sits close to me during therapy. He brought his nibble paper and nibbled it for 50 minutes straight.
When the hour was up, he looked up at me with the most schmoopie of faces. We were both self-soothing!
I'm so glad this dog wrecked my Lady Bachelor life.
Bestie dinner at MAMA was exquisite as always.
We had a nightcap at her place, then I rushed home to relieve the dogsitter so he could go to his next dog walk.
Benson was so cute when I handed him off to Aaron before dinner. He plopped down and refused to go upstairs as I jumped in Bestie's Subaru and waved goodbye. As we drove away I could see Aaron coax him up the stairs as he looked for me like Lot's wife's dog.
When I walked through the door, he sniffed me thoroughly and went instantly to bed. I could tell from the toys thrown around that he had been a bit of a handful while I was gone.
Watching him sleep in his pittie ball makes me so happy.
My dog guy Aaron missed the transport tonight, so Benson and I took the BART the way we used to.
The walk through Mandela Pkwy was familiar and different. The chance to sniff and pee was great for Benson again. He is knocked out now.
It was slightly easier on my back since Benson and I now know how to walk hands-free (less pulling).
They cleared the large encampment where loose aggressive dogs used to roam, so that was less stressful.
The train was also slightly easier since I used the muzzle, which told Benson to chill out a bit.
But no lie. I'mma need transport again next week and I really hope Bro. Aaron is back on his game.
Just had to tell Benson the schedule for the day. He was getting impatient.
8 am - Mommy's voting
9 am - we're dropping off Mommy's ballot and taking a walk
10.30 am - back home for breakfast
1.30 pm - Auntie Bestie is coming by and we're dropping you off at day care for half a day
2 pm - Girlie shit with Bestie
5 pm - picking you up and back home for dinner
Benson doesn't appreciate all the balls we have to juggle.
Did I create a calendar only for Benson's appointments and schedules?
Yes.
Because I'm that kind of #DogMama
This is why I don't have the same energy for cishet menz anymore.
I have a dog.
Benson pretending he doesn't have me under surveillance during his nap and I eat some pumpkin bread.
Saturday morning cuddle time.
Benson is so selfish with his cuddles. Saturday mornings when he wakes me up is the only time he tolerates my snuggle aggression. (Oh and after therapy.)
