Sunday, August 16, 2009

Whats the Doggone Difference?

Sisters, although birthing from the same parents, are uniquely different in many ways. It is true for me, my older and younger sister. It boggles my mind that we grew up in the same home with our various personalities, strengths, habits, quirks and temperaments.

Since bringing two dachshunds into our family, from the same litter of three females, I notice that this genetic personality scramble affects canines as well. Our two red Daschunds are two and a half years old: Goldie and Sara.

Our dog Goldie is a typical loyal “man’s best friend”. She knows her place in the pecking order. She does not challenge me; she is the measly dog, I am the superior human; we both agree and it works. Goldie hops into bed, burrows down to my legs and curls up, just like a good dog should. She listens to me when I tell her to stay and I trust that when I open the front door she will not dart out at the first sign of a bird or squirrel. Stay, Goldie! She looks at me and doesn’t move. Obedient wiener dog. She will walk down the driveway along side when I get the mail. I lead, she follows, grateful to step out the front door; it works for us. Almost daily now, I bring her on short car rides to pick up the kids or on an errand. We drove to get gas yesterday and Goldie loved the outing. She might look out the window of the car but usually lies across my lap while I am driving, just wanting to be close. Her body is longer than my lap and she doesn’t look comfortable. This is how she settles in for her field trip from home. Goldie is always eager to leave the house with me, running to the garage when she sees me grab my purse and car keys. Smart weiner dog.

She’s constantly licking everybody, the furniture and her sister, Sara. This dog, Goldie, has a deep motherly instinct and we call her “the Lickie Dog”. My son made up a song about her licking compulsion. Her behavior can be described as obsessive, constantly lapping her wet tongue on anything that will tolerate a cleaning. She will lap up her sisters, ears, bottom, and face until Sara starts to growl at her to back off. We do the same thing when she enters a licking trance on us. It is just too much to handle, especially since we know where her tongue has been! On the couch, she sits next to me, typing right now, she is smashed on what smidgen of chair is left. She lacks any sort of dog independence and that is just her. Sometimes she is a bit too close for comfort; right under my feet and I get annoyed as I trip over her long body in every room of the house. If I am in the kitchen, she lays there watching me. If I have to run back to my room for something, Goldie follows me down the hall, waits for me to do whatever, and then follows me back to the kitchen. This scene repeats all day long. Happily, Goldie’s full time goal is to love our family, and be as close to us as doggone possible. I have considered having her surgically attached to my head. With a dog like Goldie, it would make good sense and be much safer than having her under our feet. It’s a compliment to be this loved; however, it drives me nuts as I anticipate a true injury because of her obnoxious loyalty. When I look into her begging brown eyes it makes me ache inside to think how desperate this little rodent is to please her humans, lapping up any morsel of affection, no matter how small.

In contrast, her sister Sara mistakenly believes we are living in her house. It feels like we cramp her dog style with the cat-titude she struts. When she hops into bed, she burrows under the covers, turns around, heads back to the top of the bed and puts her head on the pillow. As in my pillow. We lay there, eye to eye as her snout is telling me to “move over”, Or “rub my belly now”. At night when we are all watching the tube, Goldie sandwiched next to us, Sara is no where to be found. She has a personal pooch agenda that no family cuddling can interfere with. At times like this, she is sleeping on any one of our beds or outside hunting. She has these keen predator instincts that keep her always on the prowl for a squirrel or gopher. Goldie seldom does this, but Sara makes it her full time job to patrol our yard for any sort of invader. She is a very barky dog and seldom licks us, but submits while Goldie preens her daily, like a pampered princess. When we are relaxing in our backyard, Sara might jump on our lap, but does not settle in. She looks away, sort of perched up patrolling the yard from my lap, making me feel guilty I am in her way. There is no chance I take this dog out side with me unless on leash. She is not trustworthy to heel, but darts down the street to the palm tree that squirrels hang out in. She refuses to listen, even when I am screaming her name, while smoke pours from my nostrils. I know she is not deaf. Stubborn German wiener dog. I avoid including her on car rides because she tends to get car sick. She doesn’t seem to care to be left behind; I think she likes to have the place to herself. It is part of her cat-like attitude of superiority and dominance. Everything is on Sara’s terms. There is one tender thing Sara will submit too that Goldie despises. I can pick up Sara and lay her on her long back in my arms, like a fourteen pound infant. She will calmly lie there. Embarrassed to say, but this dog fulfills the mommy need to coddle a little one. Her ears are floppier and she has a tail, but if I close my eyes it brings me back to when I cradled my sons. Unfortunately, neither dog carries the fresh scent of a newborn. Stinky wiener dog breath abounds.

I marvel at these four legged family members. Never have I owned two dogs at once, and I anticipated they would both be the same, plain old dogs. Instead, they are more like little people with likes, dislikes, preferences and tempers. I would not want to change a thing about these two Weiner Sisters. It keeps our home life interesting and just like differences in humans; it shines appreciation on their individuality.

1 comment:

The Davis Family said...

I loved reading about your two weiner dogs! Hahahah, Goldie sounds like our Beagle boy dog, Jakson. He is very social and loves to come with us everywhere we go. He has to say hello to every dog & dog owner at the dog parks or on walks. He follows me all over the house and patiently waits for any food particles to drop to the floor once we are done with a meal. I never had a dog growing up and realize now how much I missed out on! Dogs rule. :)
Kathy Babby-Davis