Things My Dogs Don’t Care About.

I’m the kind of person who has big dogs. I always have been, not that my dogs care. I have no excuse for my current condition. I was trying to remember the last time I picked out a dog. That’s the thing about making friends with rescuers. Dogs just arrive somehow. Sure, you said yes in the past, that’s how they got your contact information. After that first time, the dogs kinda show up wearing tags with your name and address on them. They have a certain glint in their eyes, and they need a safe place. Why repeat the rescue horror stories? They’re my dogs now. They don’t care.

In this photo, we’re in the conference room. We go there when we don’t want the Dude Rancher and his cats to hear us.

Back when I still thought I was a big dog person, I swore I’d never own a terrier. I just thought I was better suited to herding dogs. I’m not picking favorites; just saying they mirrored my idiosyncrasies and dysfunctions well. Perhaps I was being a bit over-controlling. Or maybe if you have dogs long enough, a terrier is inevitable. Lucky that didn’t happen here. Jack, on the right, managed to pass himself off to the rescue as a corgi-mix.

Preacher Man, on the left, has never missed a staff meeting once in the six and a half years he’s been here. You have to respect his commitment if not his level of consciousness. We have these meetings several times a day. Despite the long work hours, he was not promoted for merit. Attrition played a part. And he isn’t sleeping; just resting his eyes. Some of you who have known Preach for a while and are impressed that I’ve managed a photo when he isn’t yodeling his staccato bark, yipping and yapping the high lonesome notes, his shrieks ricocheting off the walls, audible in a thousand-mile radius. Preacher feels vindicated because I used to get lost all the time, often gone for weeks at a time, coming home smelling of strange horses and airport bars. But these last weeks of stay-at-home pandemic lockdown, he hasn’t let me out of his sight once. It’s a herding dog’s dream come true.

Preacher Man would be sounding the alarm now if he knew Jack was looking at me. Preach is the jealous type, so this counts as a very intimate moment for me and Jack. We’re cheating. That’s why his ears are folded up, but he isn’t air-licking yet, so we have another five seconds to gaze into each other’s eyes before he explodes, bouncing up and down in the air, and scaring Preacher into a panic-bark fit.  I sit back, not quite smiling, not exactly comfortable, but knowing it’ll be worse in a minute. Understanding calming signals means you can see the meltdown coming, like cows flying in a tornado. Don’t even try to outrun it.

On the top of the list of things my dogs don’t care about: Anything that happens past the mailbox. No pesky news about viruses or elections, which contribute to him being able to nap at least twelve hours a day. Horses are wrecks because they sleep less than three hours a day, says the dog who sleeps the sweet sleep of an over-fed predator. Preacher doesn’t vote, he thinks insomnia is a conspiracy theory, and most of all, he doesn’t care about horses. Especially yours. Image that.

The dogs don’t know that I’m supposed to be giving horse clinics instead of canceling flights. The suitcases should be lurking by the door instead of being stashed in the closet. They pride their herding skills for this improvement and then sleep some more. City dogs and farm dogs alike think their human not going to work looks like a job promotion. Dogs do not care about money. But in a short-sighted and well-meaning way.

The only problem horse people have with dogs is that they fall asleep when we drone on about our horses. Dogs sleep through our google searches for ulcer remedies. Dogs are no help with questions about calming signals and hoof care. Dogs are willing to help with training a canter depart, but they don’t do it the way that allows for a relaxed poll. We care about working with our horses, not that the dogs care.

I’m giving lessons and teaching online courses now. How did I end up with a desk job? Luckily, horses like technology more than we do. They think social distancing and working in their home arena is wonderful. I can tell it works because the horses give me the usual messages, right through the camera. So, I try to corral the technology and then convince horse people it’s workable. I spend hours on lesson plans for online courses while Preacher sleeps under my office chair. I roll over him a few times an hour. He looks at me disparagingly, waiting for an apology. He will not move. He doesn’t care. Besides, attention is attention and he plans on staying between me and the luggage.

Go figure. I’ve become an equine executive in Zoom meetings. My computer screen looks like the old Hollywood Squares show; people comfortable in their homes, cats lounging in the background. Classes end up being international, which means among other things, someone is always sipping wine while talking about training issues. Meetings screech to a halt if anyone’s dog has something to say. I worry about my professionalism, whether the Dude Rancher will flush the toilet, or if people can hear my dog’s toenails clicking a play bow warning, just before they get the zoomies. Every day is Take Your Dog to Work Day now.

You could start to wonder, dare I say it, if maybe you’re spending a little too much time with your dogs? Or maybe you’re just lonely for something beyond your mailbox? Clinics and events are canceled; it’s time to try something new. The Barn School will offer a new range of courses on July 1st, open to the public. Dogs allowed.

In the meantime, you should join The Barn, our online group. There are benefits and discounts. The people there are just like you. We have too many horses, some un-rideable. We are old-timers and newbies. We train affirmatively with a profound concern for the horse’s mental and physical welfare. We speak the language of Calming Signals. Sometimes we dance all by ourselves in the horse pen. Naysayers and dogs might think we’re crazy. We’re proud to admit we care too much for horses. Joining us is giving yourself a circle of like-minded friends who share the passion for horses. Joining The Barn is actively creating a better world for horses.

And I know this for a fact. Your dog won’t care.


Anna Blake for Relaxed & Forward

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19 thoughts on “Things My Dogs Don’t Care About.”

  1. Your conference room looks like a multipurpose room to me. I say this while seated at my computer (which does not have a camera nor zoom, we chip away at these things slowly) with Minnie the Jackhuahua snoring on the floor beside my feet. I guess it’s inevitable when you live where I do that you end up with some kind of Chihuahua-like creature and yes, that terrier thing. Minnie resembles a more compact version of Jack. May your zoom squares be ever populated and span many time zones for a good long while to come. Cheers! Morning coffee cheers!

    • Morning, Linda. Morning, Minnie. I bet a dog of your immense stature cares even a little less? Thanks for being in The Barn! You add to the spice.

  2. That was a great read this morning with my coffee, and it was so spot on with our ever attentive, ever so helpful dogs. Mine is a half Boxer/Border Collie–boy howdy, what a mix! Very entertaining. I call him my border collie in a boxer suit. I loved the part about them being helpful in the canter depart, but not in a way for a relaxed poll! hahaha True! He’s right at my feet as I type, as usual.
    Thanks again; have a great zoom-zoom day!

    • Joyce, I think I saw a photo of that dog. Stole my heart, being a person who prefers a good bad dog, if you know what I mean. Thanks for commenting. Don’t take any riding lessons from that dog!

  3. I all so want to borrow the words of Linda . Thanks for building the barn. And add that my life is so much richer for having joined.
    I can now ride a horse who once said no to that idea, I have met some outstanding women, I can use technology sort of and have even bit the bullet and done some writing. Ya so , Thanks for Building the Barn , Anna !

  4. Jessi seconds all the not caring, she’s 16 and now has many more catahoula (talk to hand) days than Aussie. She loves her evening ritual of herding Rick and I onto the couch for her final nap time. I say thanks for the barn as it does keep me on the couch with her just a little bit longer each day.

  5. “If you have dogs long enough a terrier is inevitable” haha! Fred may say we’ve earned them by then.
    So many words today had me spluttering into my morning cuppa. Thank you.
    My mob enjoy the lockout as it prevents me from disappearing into libraries or cafes for hours.
    I love the sound of Minnie, from a distance of course.?

  6. “Get a Rat Terrier,” they said. “They get along GREAT with Cattle Dogs,” they said. That’s how I ended up with two completely different versions of chaos. One is a twenty-one pound of tenaciousness that goes into every situation with guns blazing and (maybe) asks questions later. The other is more than happy to grab a ton of bovine badass by the leg or nose to convince them to do their bidding. How’s it going? Well, never a dull moment. 😉

    • I do remember seeing that terrier pup and thinking you might be crazier than a cattle dog… but some of us just love the bad ones. Thanks, Cheryl. You do seem to fit right in. 🙂

  7. I have read this 3 times today I love it so much. I sent it to my friend, currently living in CO, as she is a reader and a dog.person. She wrote back that the writing here is too good, and she loved it, too.

  8. Those of us who are dog people, especially appreciate you broadened story line. We’re in NH wandering the woods ever day with our border collie, who relishes this time in outdoor heaven and has learned one key lesson: don’t mess with the aggressive wild turkeys.

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