When I go to my dogs, especially if I haven't seen them for the entire day, I get too excited. If the dogs see me in that state, they feed off from it too and go a little ballistic. They jump, pounce and run amok. Harvey and Chivas have gone past that stage and even for dogs their size, the effects are manageable. But Bruce is a bit different. He's big for his age and for a 5 month old puppy, if you're not physically strong enough and you're not prepared, he will easily topple you. Too bad he's the one who likes to sneak around.
There's something about dogs welcoming me at home that gives me a calming, euphoric feeling. It's as if all the BS I've received for the day quickly evaporates into nothingness. How they show their appreciation, affection and trust makes me feel like such a better person. As they say, dogs love unconditionally.
But sadly for specific cases, especially for large breed dogs, this could go off-hand. Bruce likes to pounce. That's his signature "hello". And when he does, he puts all his weight on you. All we can do is be prepared for slobs, couple of bruises and possible scratches. He's that heavy. Of course he doesn't mean anyone of us an harm. He's such a charming and sweet dog, but if he gets over excited, he will get physical and unintentionally hurt. Everyone in our family has their own stories of how their clothes got dirty because of Bruce. Now they just try to sneak out whenever he's around. That's just sad.
If there are exceptions to this, I would have to give it up to Nanay and Ate Ne, our two stern disciplinarians. Bruce doesn't jump or pounce if they're around. My aunt and Ate Ne have trained him to obey their "NOs" with stern eye contacts. Bruce still gets excited but for some reason, he restrains himself even if they have food with them. He just looks up, wags his tail and follows them like a crazed-love dog. I'm impressed. My dad completely ignores him, so Bruce is a bit uneasy around him and just tries to sniff him from afar. For some reason, all dogs have adapted to this silent understanding that my dad is off limits. As if they inherently know that only he can throw them off the street...including me. As for my mom, she does a poor impression of "No". It's kind of theatrical as she tries to avoid him and run away. I think Bruce finds it funny, cause he wags his tail and chases her instead.
Karla, JD and I have to work on this, especially me, the more stubborn one. I try to practice sit and stay when we see each other. Bruce does this exceptionally well, but he sits as if he waits who will be the first one to give in, not breathing, not moving and all eyes on me. Then I find it too cute and adorable. Next thing I know, I'm hugging him. He always thinks he wins this game as he hugs me back and I am always try to be not out of balance.
It's not him. It's me.
There's something about dogs welcoming me at home that gives me a calming, euphoric feeling. It's as if all the BS I've received for the day quickly evaporates into nothingness. How they show their appreciation, affection and trust makes me feel like such a better person. As they say, dogs love unconditionally.
But sadly for specific cases, especially for large breed dogs, this could go off-hand. Bruce likes to pounce. That's his signature "hello". And when he does, he puts all his weight on you. All we can do is be prepared for slobs, couple of bruises and possible scratches. He's that heavy. Of course he doesn't mean anyone of us an harm. He's such a charming and sweet dog, but if he gets over excited, he will get physical and unintentionally hurt. Everyone in our family has their own stories of how their clothes got dirty because of Bruce. Now they just try to sneak out whenever he's around. That's just sad.
If there are exceptions to this, I would have to give it up to Nanay and Ate Ne, our two stern disciplinarians. Bruce doesn't jump or pounce if they're around. My aunt and Ate Ne have trained him to obey their "NOs" with stern eye contacts. Bruce still gets excited but for some reason, he restrains himself even if they have food with them. He just looks up, wags his tail and follows them like a crazed-love dog. I'm impressed. My dad completely ignores him, so Bruce is a bit uneasy around him and just tries to sniff him from afar. For some reason, all dogs have adapted to this silent understanding that my dad is off limits. As if they inherently know that only he can throw them off the street...including me. As for my mom, she does a poor impression of "No". It's kind of theatrical as she tries to avoid him and run away. I think Bruce finds it funny, cause he wags his tail and chases her instead.
Karla, JD and I have to work on this, especially me, the more stubborn one. I try to practice sit and stay when we see each other. Bruce does this exceptionally well, but he sits as if he waits who will be the first one to give in, not breathing, not moving and all eyes on me. Then I find it too cute and adorable. Next thing I know, I'm hugging him. He always thinks he wins this game as he hugs me back and I am always try to be not out of balance.
It's not him. It's me.
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