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things i'm proud of:
i just mended rips in Benson's 2 soft muzzles using packing string and a bent wire.
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I was looking all cool and in control and shit on the dog walk until the leash brushed benson the wrong way, a zoomie was triggered, a giant tug of war game was triggered, his muzzle was ripped in half but I put him in it anyway, and now everyone on the plaza is laughing at us but I don't care.
He looks like Frankenstein and it's hilarious.
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Benson: 👁️ 👅 👁️ :blobble:
Me: Bibi, no need for frenzy. You have cool breezes, snacks, soft beds, electronic beats, and clean water. Mommy will provide. Calm down.
Benson: 👁️ 💓 👁️
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That weird moment when you're sitting on the floor (as one does) and then your dog sits behind you, his booty to your booty.
Like he's saying, I got your back, Mommy.
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Things overheard in this apartment lately (ie., today):
'Omg, Benson. It's so hard to be Big Booty Judy around here.'
'Uh oh. Lookit this nipple. Are you a two spirit doggo, Benson? You got these nipples and you got a pee-pee. Pee pee and nipples. Hm... Men have nipples... and pee-pees. Hmph.'
"Let's count all your lumpy-lumps....5. You have 5 lumpy-lumps. And your 6 nipples. Why do you have so many nipples?"
Sometimes, we don't have the smartest conversations over here.
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Ha! Take that, Mr. Veterinarian!
My Benson is literally big-bone-ded! Your own vet tech said so!
Me: Mr Man Vet Dude said Benson needed to lose weight. We're trying! Honest! But when he's around 75 lbs he starts looking starved and underfed! I don't like that.
Vet Tech: Yeah, Dr. F is like that. Benson is doing fine. I can still feel his spine. [demonstrating]
Benson: [instant butt wiggles]
Vet Tech: And I can see and feel his ribs. [more touches]
Benson: [butt wiggles and now in her lap]
Vet Tech: Mr. Benson is a very healthy boi,. He's just...WIDE, y'know?
HA! Take that, Dr. F!! My schmoopie is just thicc in the middle -- which is what I've been saying all along. Hmph.
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I love how Benson goes into his Quiet Space and closes the door behind him with his big booty as he circles to makes his nest.
He's so considerate.
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What I appreciate Benson is his ability to communicate very clearly who tops the list of Who Mommy Loves.
Whether by staring at the interloper from the door or by staring* at the interloper from the other side of the bed or by taking a loud rumbly nap UNDER the bed, Benson asserts his derpy, schmoopie presence.
And as soon as the interloper makes moves to leave, Benson is right on their heels until the door closes behind them, as if to say, And another thing! Bye!
We're enjoying the quiet now.
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Benson begged to have a walk.
We go outside. He pees. He sniffs.He immediately nopes out after half a block. We turned back and so here we are.
On the stairs enjoying the breeze until he feels spiritually motivated to amble upstairs or our dinner arrives. (I felt like Filipino food from FOB tonight.)
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This morning was epic.
After a really good sleep, I woke up, did the bare minimum of my spine/hip/leg warm up in bed (basically going back to my old PT routine when I broke the shit out my ankle+tibia), and threw on a jumpsuit after some morning cuddles with Benson (also while giving him a full body massage because he's old and deserves it.)
We took a really long walk (3 hours!) since we were both feeling good.
On the loop back toward home, Benson wanted to stop and investigate two gigantic, friendly Newfies at the Ramen Shop but I put a nix to that.
My coffee and water break at the Plaza was fun. Benson listened to a saxophone, chased birds, stared at a crust of street toast, drank some water, barked at a couple of Huskies. He was totally overstimulated.
Home again, a neighbor gave him a really good belly rub which triggered a massive garage zoomie. Benson's sideways gallop makes me laugh so hard.
I gave him a good breakfast and now he's sleeping it off on the couch.
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Yesterday afternoon a man on a motorcycle made a u-turn in front of me and Benson and stopped his bike.
Him: Hey, you have a good looking dog.
Me: Thanks.Him: (turning off his motor) Can I give him a treat?
Me: Um sure. Kinda random.Him: Well, world peace has to start somewhere.
He handed me some extra treats and rode off after he gave one to Benson.
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Benson knew the assignment.
He allowed me to sleep inSo now we're gonna take a longer walk so he can check his pee mail -- and maybe grab a baked good somewhere.
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Today, even with work, was a gentle lovely day with Benson. The sad news about Simon made me take breaks to cuddle with Benson every two hours. He was annoyed yet also put his big face in my hands and sighed hard, his big paws heavy on my leg. He was moseying through an afternoon walk and lovely in the pub.
So sweet.
So it's no wonder I canceled a date at the last minute.
Schmoopie > Heau.
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Gave Benson a longer than usual walk so he could catch up on his pee mail.
He had two very productive 💩 💩 and we enjoyed a large cold brew on the plaza while he chomped treats and relaxed. He wasn't triggered by bikes or skateboarders!
Since I promised my dog guy (who's an ex track and basketball athlete) I would 'run' some stairs, I did some of those while Benson relaxed and watched a couple PG&E guys next door. 4 up/downs on 1 flight. That's good for a start. (There are 3 flights.)
If fitness folks had their way we'd all be spending our free time running, jumping and squatting on things.
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Ending today on a schmoopie note:
Benson was a sweetie.
He napped most of the day on a pile of my dirty laundry in my bedroom. He literally made a nest out of it. I heard him snoring from the livingroom as I finished my work week.We played Find the Treat when he woke up and then we took a quick walk outside to throw out the trash, pee on some stuff, and eat more treats.
As soon as he finished dinner, he went straight to the cool, dark bathroom where Netflix wasn't playing too loudly for his sensitive old ears, and curled up on the ubiquitous orange Porter & Hall rug mat in front of the tub.
He came out once to remind me that it is time to stop all this hooting & hollering and go to bed.
In the bathroom doing my bedtime ablutions. Benson uncurls enough to rest his nose on my foot and hmph heavily.
It's lights out. He's curled up in the livingroom in the path of the door. He does this every night. Then he moves to his bed when I'm deep asleep.
We're a pack.
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A milestone!
Benson refused to accompany me to a coffee meeting so I had to leave him at home for the first time.
Alone.
Unsupervised.So I took a long lead and hooked it to the heavy vintage coffee table and made him wear one of his janky torn soft muzzles that discourage chewing on things.
And off I went.
One hour later I returned to find him on his bed, blinking at me sleepily. I removed all his kit. He stuck close to me while I dropped treats in his mouth and told him how good he was while I was gone.
I hope I didn't do any permanent damage to his trust in me.
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Me: [to vet] I have been noticing he needs to take a break after long walks and coming up the stairs.
Him: About that...not to fat shame but have you considered he needs to lose a few pounds?
Me: [looking at my thicc boi chomping on a treat] But I like his belly...
Him: It's adorable but also shaving years off his mobility.
Hmph.
Same, Benson. Same. -
Benson had a good day.
He ate, napped, ate treats, licked the container my lunch came in, and when the vet stopped by to give him a vaxx and check his pee, he had the most expensive play date ever.
Literally frolicked for an hour.
A $600 zoomie! Yayyyyy!
😒😒😒
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Me: [playing with Benson on Safeway Plaza] You don't like your butt touched! But Mommy's gonna touch your butt! Lookit that butt! Booty pat booty pat booty pat!
Random dude walking by: [bombastic side eye]
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After tossing his bowl and scattering half his kibble everywhere, after eating the rest, and after licking my entire kitchen floor to get every speck of kibble dust he missed, Benson has decided I'm too damn loud on my work calls and has gone into the bathroom to nap for a bit.
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Benson had a full day.
Bestie breakfast.
Brief nap.
Lunch on the plaza.
Long walk.He's such a game old guy. He loves being out and about with me but needs more time to recover. Those pittie hips.
But when we got inside (after two brief rest stops on each landing) he had his second wind, zoomied, chewed on my shoe basket, demanded dinner, tossed his bed in the air, and then ate some Doritos crumbs before plopping down for his evening sleep.
Am I unhealthily attached to my dog?
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On the morning walk I ran into another senior pittie, Manny, and his momma (another Black woman, too.)
I loved that we had this moment talking about our seniors, their hip issues, dog arthritis, and how much we love them.
Manny is the sweetest old man.
I tell Benson he needs to be respectful of his elders. -
Having a senior dog is not for the weak.
Benson is taking his post-breakfast nap in my bedroom (where he is NOT allowed) and I am checking on him every 15 minutes.
Is this the rainbow bridge isolation dog folks talk about? Is he sick? Is something silently going wrong? Is he trying to spare me from watching him take a turn? Is he removing himself from the pack to die?!?
Or does he just wanna take a nap in the room with my dirty laundry in it?
Senior dog owners: what does it meeeeeeeean when your dog breaks a habit and starts sleeping in another room?? GAH.
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Dammit.
I'm never fast enough to capture video of Benson's garage zoomies.He's so fast and heavy at the same time. And when he runs straight at me, I have to defend myself like I'm on a football defense line.
I'm always afraid he's going to set off all the car alarms with the way he likes to lean on them and sniff.
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Benson just got the Black Momma Hot Towel+Oil to the Face in the Morning treatment.
He better understand this is how he stays looking good.
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Benson is two couch cushions long.
From nose to tail.
That's long for a pitbull right?
My big senior.
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Same, Benson. Same.
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I like throwing treats at Benson.
His eye/mouth coordination is really good, actually.
He's so talented, my Schmoopie.
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Benson: [punching my thigh for the 10th time for a treat]
Me: Benson! You have really big paws! Stop it!
Benson: [switching to putting his chin on my knee]
Me: Better.