I am still in mourning the lost of my two dogs. Both died in 2018. I have convinced myself that I don’t want another dog, but for some reason I keep snooping the SPCA’s Facebook page and sneaking looks at the puppies for rehoming in Kijiji. Whether I get a dog again or not, I know it would be unwise in my present state to run out and get myself a puppy.
The other day I came across a picture of a puppy for sale. I fell in love. I fell hard. He was beyond cute. It was a Tibetan Spaniel. I decided to do some research and eventually decided to not adopt just yet, to give myself more time. But since I’d done all the work, I thought I’d post the info on the breed in this blog.
First, here is a photo of the breed full grown. I didn’t dare post the puppy in case I sent someone vaulting over to the Kijiji site in search of one of these beautiful little dogs to purchase.
The Tibetan Spaniel isn’t really a spaniel. He fits in better within the Asian breeds like the Pekinese, Pugs and the Lhasa Apso. The dog was originally bred to work in Tibetan monasteries.
Tibetan Spaniels grow to about 10 inches and weigh between 9 to 15 pounds. Their life expectancy is between 12 to 15 years.
This is a happy breed. They are frisky and curious. They form an easy bond with their owner, but don’t take well to strangers, no doubt because of their original duty of keeping watch over those monasteries. They are quite intelligent. They enjoy playtime but because of their smaller size they don’t need an amount of exercise that would need to be provided to the herding and other working breeds.
They have a beautiful double coat, silky and flat, and they have a mane around the neck. There do have longer hair on the ears, back of the forelegs, the tail and the buttock which may need a bit more tending, but a once a week brushing should be enough. They have a blunt nose and very expressive eyes.
There is a great variety of colour choices from tan to brown and even grey and black.
I read it all the time: This dog is ready for his forever home. “Forever” is simply not going to happen. This past year (2018), I lost both my dogs, one in June and the other, New Year’s Eve. One died from an Epileptic Fit despite all the medicine and the hope and prayers. The other dog died of cancer (and maybe he just couldn’t hang on with his brother gone.) I also had to place my mother in long-term care in October. So I am not putting 2018 down as my best year. It was a difficult one.
However,this beautiful little dog caught my eye and he brought a smile to my lips when I saw him with his mouthful.
The quick answer is absolutely. You simply have to do a search on Google and you’ll get photographs and Youtube videos by the bundle that will be offered as easy proof. Such happy companions, cuddling together on the couch. And I too have had cats and dogs that have got along, played together, slept together, or at the very least said hello with a rollover.
But here I have to be honest. I have had some cats and dogs that hated each other. Often this was caused by an error in judgement either by the cat or the dog.
We had this beautiful black and white cat, one of those tuxedo cats. He was the friendliest cat I had ever had…with people that is. He had a personality flaw that the other animals tolerated but found obnoxious: he was a teaser. Blackie (that was his rather unoriginal name) would find something that irritated the other animal and do it over and over. With his cat-sister, it was to cut her off. He would come from behind at a trot and run ahead of her and make a quick left or right in front of her. She often had to stop abruptly to avoid walking into him. I could see that this habit of his irked her, but I could not see a way to stop him from doing it.
He used to love to sit on the chair directly in front of the busiest entrance in the house so he could keep track of those coming in and out of the backyard. Whenever my sheltie passed by Blackie on his prestigious chair, Blackie would give the sheltie a paw to the butt end. The sheltie put up with this. After all, the cat wasn’t taking out his claws; he was just taping him. Then one evening, when my sheltie was suffering from a sore leg, Blackie gave him the usual tap as my sheltie limped by. All hell broke lose. My sheltie barked and growled directly in Blackie’s face, exactly three times. Blackie backed away, sliding backwards off the chair through the hole below the low rail on the backrest and ending up under the table looking both aghast and astonished. After that they were mortal enemies.
And then there was the dog I adopted from the shelter. Immediately on his arrival at his forever home, he chased my cat up a tree. That ended any chances of the two of them becoming buddies. Even though I gave the dog a lecture, he chased the cat several more times before finally realizing that the cat belonged on the property. After that, he only chased strange cats, but it didn’t matter, the damage had been done. Whenever he got close to the cat, the cat hissed at him, and it sounded as if he was blowing up balloons so the dog was well-warned.
Not long ago I had to move my mother into a nursing home and I took her cats into my home. I asked Memie how she felt about my dog Sadie and this is the answer I got.
I know my dogs notice squirrels. They certainly pay attention when there is a chipmunk in the yard! Oh yeah.
But do they notice birds? Well mine certainly does. She spends long periods of time watching them fly back and forth to our feeder as if she believes if she studies them long enough, she can learn to fly.
Now there is one bird that likes to tease my dog. And my dog has a hard time figuring out where it is, because this is one of the fastest and smallest birds in our yard.
The other day we were out in the country again and my husband had his camera on high drive and he caught these photos so I made my very first video. It’s extremely short but I’m new at this and had my fingers crossed through the whole process.
A few weeks ago, on our way to Sturgeon Falls for lunch, we spotted a Petting Zoo in Cache Bay. After our meal we stopped in hoping to take a few photos.
The owners were extremely gracious, allowing us to take as many photos as we wanted. The Zoo is a small venture near the Decal Shop ( 11737 17 Hwy, Cache Bay, Ontario). They had a good variety of animals including goats (a favourite with the kids), some ponies ($5 a ride), a large turtle, some rabbits, some lizards and a lion cub. I personally did not get a chance to pet the lion cub but the kids certainly did.
We took many photos and are still going through them.
I was touched by the affection between these two rabbits.
Yesterday I visited an off leash dog park for the first time. It is quite a distance from my home but I was curious. There are two sections in the park and I thought I’d start with the section dedicated to the small dogs. I was leaning on the fence studying the park when a pack of dogs came running over — all of them small, all of them so cute. Then, when I least expected it, a dog, a miniature doberman by the look of him, jumped right up to my face, his mouth set in a growl, his sharp teeth showing, looking very much like he might attack me.
I was stunned. I backed away shocked. Luckily, I was not bit. So, here are the questions that came into my mind.
Why do so few lists of the most dangerous dogs I’ve viewed online rarely include the smaller dogs? I’ve heard some of the smaller breeds, bred to attack rats will attack a dog of their size or smaller. I’ve been bit twice, both times by small dogs on the loose.
Why me? There was someone else with me and this dog took an instant dislike to me. (We were both leaning on the fence, but the dog targeted me.)
Why was the owner pretending she didn’t see anything? She made no attempt to control this dog. There were other small dogs there including a Pomeranian, a Maltese mix, a Cocker Spaniel and several others I could not identify. They came running and some of them barked, but none of the others attacked.
There is a happy ending to my experience. As I was leaving I got approached by a big friendly 6 month old husky. What a doll.
It has been a while since I featured a dog on this blog.
I saw a dog the other day who made me look at him twice, thrice and one more time. The first time I saw someone with dreads, I’m embarrassed and a bit ashamed, I looked at the person the same way. Bob Marlee wore dreads. I’m a big fan of his music.
This dog looks as if he wears his fur in rags – the kind of rags my mom used to use to curl my hair a long long time ago.
When my dog died suddenly of kidney failure, I felt as if I had been kicked in the gut. I was really hurting and I was surprised that the person who had spent the most time with this dog didn’t seem to be nearly as affected as I was. When I checked with him, Jack said, “I don’t miss her because I travel with her all around the planets every night before I go to sleep.” Jack was grieving in his own way. Every night he made up “adventures” and he and our sheltie (his co-pilot) traveled around the galaxies. Eventually, we all healed and once we got another dog, Jack’s space travels included the new dog.
Losing a pet is difficult. No one expects you to grieve, at least not for very long. “It’s just a dog,” people say. “The dog pound is full of puppies that need adopting, just go get yourself another dog.” But, if you’ve had a pet living with you for more than 10 years, let’s face it he/she has probably spent more time with you than anyone else. Others in the family have jobs, they have hobbies, they have friends, they attend sport events and concerts without you. Your dog, on the other hand, is always there at the drop of a leash. A dog will follow you anywhere. A dog will spend time with you, no questions asked.