Stone age pet care
I love dogs. Always have, always will. I’m suspicious of people who don’t, claim a dog makes them sneeze, makes them uneasy, scares them. I don’t comprehend these sentiments and statements. As a child a doctor hinted to me I may be allergic to dogs, stay away from them and we’ll see if your recurring cough leaves you. I never saw that doctor again, lived with the recurring cough until my teens, gave up any and every food or drink recommended, but not dogs.
They are my kindred spirits and soul. Speaking to them is natural and heeding their advice mandatory. Its always the best advice. I grew up calling them dogs, the person that owned them was an ‘owner’, not pet parents, not keeper, caregiver. They were dogs, not fur babies, who went for a walk, ate, slept, got muddy, brought home ticks and fleas, which we sat on the floor tweezers in hand, bowl of water by our side and plucked a tick of the dog and dunked it into the water bowl.
We de ticked, bathed, fed, walked our dogs, what is now labeled hands on. We didn’t outsource pet care. Bathing the dog was not a trip to the groomer, it was a trip to the shower stall. Usually a hide and seek game, hide the towel behind your back on the way to setting up bath time. Spell out the word “bath” which you knew the dogs understood, everyone pretended they were bluffing the other- no one was.
Bath done, the task was keeping the dog from rolling around on the ground, or grass- futile.
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