Hayliegh’s World

love in the first degree!

love in the first degree!

Canine Kisses?    

     Those soulful brown eyes of Hayliegh’s run deep with an all knowing spirit. While the coffee is brewing, I go and give her kisses while we greet the day saying “A happy girl makes a happy day,” “Good morning God,” “You’re the prettiest girl in town” and “Good morning, sunshine girl.”  We go out for a few minutes then back in and have time to sit in the living room. She sits in either on her dogie blanket or the beautiful tapestry wing chair while I do my bible study and spiritual mantras. If I don’t stick with the plan and get caught in the bedroom, she will do this little bark/grumble and come to get me.  She wants me back in the living room.

Hayliegh and I have our own dogie talk. It is really cute. I say in a twangy voice as I am looking at her, “Hayliegh is my partner in crime” and then my dear friend Jori finishes the saying “And you guys are criminals” as we roll the last word out slow with an off voice. I say to Hayliegh “You are the cutest girl in town” rolling out the last word. She will bark and give me a very low woof.  Then we look at each other and I try to predict what she is going to do next, from a low bark to a grumble, as we go back and forth for a while. Hayliegh has our plan all figured out.

Hayliegh and I have our own sign language one is “I see you and you see me.”  I point two fingers at her and then two fingers back at me. I have also taught her good heart by touching my chest and hers with flat hand, she knows “smart girl” as I indicate a flat hand on top of my head or hers. The most special one she has learned is “I love you because you love me.”  The “I love you” is one finger pointed out at her and then two fingers back to me finishes the “you love me.”  I have taught her both by sight voice and touch in case any one of her senses goes out.

We have some games we like to play and one of them is that I say I am going to get her and she will run as fast as she can past me. I have to try and pat her bum; if I can I win, if I can’t she wins.  You know you can actually see her smile. I love to see her run as fast as she can down the hallway, her ears flopping and a smile on her face because she knows it is treat time. Another game is she will start to talk to me by grumbling a small low bark and I try to mimic her sounds, and then I try to do what she is going to at the same time. While we do this she is looking straight at me and I have taught her by touch in case one of her senses goes out.

    They say our dog takes after us and I always thought I learned from her.  She is a filled with all the love in the world, but she isn’t a pansy. What I mean by this is that she will stand up for herself and defend herself.  She doesn’t allow herself to be mistreated by any other dog.  Something I have learned from her about dealing with people.                       

Our bond is priceless as she has graced my life. We can look into each other’s eyes and see how much love and understanding we have for each other. I believe when she licks my skin or kisses my face she is able to detect what is happening to me. I know that when I have taken needed medications, she has been known to lick my skin and knows it has been absorbed into my system. It is clear to me that she then stops worrying about me. I love watching everything about her: the way she trots, how her little tail wags fast and her bum follows when she is happy, how she taps my thigh with her paw, then looks at me as if to say “I want a treat now!”

We have some set routines.   Every night she asks for her dessert, which I call “Wessert.” She will start grumbling in a low whinny cry, looking at me and telling me she wants more treats. At times she rest her head on the couch and then looks up at me with those adorable brown eyes, and it works every time,  She gets more wessert. We have another thing we say, and that is “Do you want something!” in this odd tone and she get excited and woofs “yes.”

 

I have spent the last year and half that I have had with telling her at night after she has crawled up on my chest. While she is kissing me I would share with her our whole life story from day one to the present. She would soak it up and I would did too.

WOOF!

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