I No Longer have a Garden Companion
Whenever I want to take my dog, Maggie, outside, I tell her where we are going. Going for a walk, going around the yard, going to the woods, going to the creek and going to the garden. I figured she would learn the words--my dog Pollie did. I’ll never forget the day she learned “Woods.” She was heading towards the creek, and I told her “Woods.” She turned the other direction, barked with joy and headed towards the woods trail. It wasn’t that she liked the woods anymore than the creek. I think she was just happy she understood what I was saying.
Maggie is definitely not as smart as Pollie was. I have been telling her for years where I wanted to go, and she only seemed to grasp it a little. I think a lot of time, she was watching my body language to figure it out. (Which is actually pretty smart.)
Now that I am retired, we are spending more time together. I give her a long walk nearly every day. She loves them. Sometimes I take her on an additional short walk, later in the day if the weather isn’t too warm. She loves that too. She enjoys going around the yard. I wasn’t so sure if she liked going to the garden.
Since my yard isn’t fenced and she loves to play in traffic, I have to keep her on a leash. When I go up to the garden, I attach her leash to a tree. It is in the shade, and the leash is long. She would sit and wait for me to finish my gardening.
I think that she didn’t mind it so much when I was working since she spent so much time inside the house when I was gone. I think she was happy to be outside. Now that she is out so much more, I guess she changed her mind--or maybe she just learned the word.
Last week, I told her I was going to the garden, grabbed her leash and she just looked at me. I asked her if she wanted to come with me, and she walked away.
This has happened time after time. Once, she did decide to come with me. I made a big deal about how happy I was and made sure I was only in the garden about 10 minutes. The next time, just a few hours later, she didn’t want to go with me.
Sigh, I lost my garden companion. She isn’t the first. Pollie didn’t have to stay on a leash. She would go out with me, but after a few minutes, she would go and sit by the house. Our previous dog, Brucie, ended up not wanting to garden with us, too. I guess it just isn’t a dog thing.