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ОглавлениеTwo Legs Versus Four Legs
I love the way mon père tells a story. First off, the reason he has had so much grief about me is that he is as sedentary as I am a live wire. Case in point: his version of a slap-down on the sidewalk. He likes to say I wrapped my leash around his legs and tackled him. Truth? I saw a rabbit and went chasing after it. I happened to be on leash, the end of which was in Dada’s hand. He thinks it is so amazing that I found my way home. I knew where I lived from day one.
Il mio papà is a name-caller at times. What he calls a runaway when the door is open just a tad is simply the nature of us Wires. We love to run and we should have been assigned to the Daniel Boones of the world since we love to hunt. Dada has a hissy fit when I start for the great outdoors, but it is in my blood to want to go out any chance I get.
He told Scott that one of the reasons he wanted a dog was to get back into exercising. Walking is the best way to drop a few pounds. Man does my lord and master need to lose a few. If he walks a half mile he thinks he’s an Olympian. We need to walk two or three miles every day so mon père can turn blubber into muscle. I go on five-mile hikes with Scott and Alison and Riggs and I’m never winded. Okay, just a little, but I can keep up with them.
Walking is my chance to sniff out the territory. Dada ought to pay closer attention to why I want to be outdoors rooting around. Perhaps he doesn’t get what the “fox” of my breed means. We Wire Fox Terriers like to chase and catch, well, foxes and other vermin. When I get outdoors I am in Fox Terrier heaven. He keeps me cooped up in the house too much. In the winter I have to stay indoors more than in the spring or summer. He should dress a little warmer so we can stay out longer. Sometimes it works, but other times not. When I say I’m intuitive, I’m not just whistling Dixie. I love the way Daddy hears me when I speak to him.
Who’s Smarter, a Dog or His Owner?
What is so wild about all this is that Dada thought humans were so much smarter than a runt of a dog. Boy, was he wrong.
Remember when he said the small voice of intuition told him to Google “Wire Fox Terrier?” That was my thought impression. When he opened the web site that had my picture on it, I said to him, “Hey, Mr. Sedona, send for me. I hear Red Rock Country is a bit woo-woo but beautiful. I’m ready to fly.”
The trouble is that two-legged beings view dogs as their dependents. Thousands of books teach humans how to bond with their dog and how to make him mind. Dog owners want raising their pet to be simple and easy. But just as there are millions of types of two-legs, we canines have a wide range of “wills” and “won’ts” that are never addressed. For instance, no matter what the breed, dogs do not like to be controlled by their owners. We are looking for someone to accept us for who we are, not for who and what they need us to be.
My Dada is not the only person on the planet who can read me, but those who can are few and far between. The problem is that most people simply turn off their ability to communicate without words. Two-leggeds are under a spell to wide-spread egocentricity which cuts off their capacity to trust their intuition when it tries to express itself. What happened to il mio papà and me in short order was that he heard me when I spoke to him. He learned to catch the drift of what clients were trying to say to him in order to get his help even though they couldn’t get the words out. Dada just knew; he intuited what they needed. I hear him say to his clients all the time, “I hear what you say but I know what you really mean.” Thus, he began to vibe me and I sent him messages as well. Moving outside the box of communication will enhance how a dog and his keeper connect.
