What My Dogs Taught Me

Some years back I accepted an English pointer with emotional problems. She was a gorgeous dog, lean like a greyhound, white with black markings. I ended up with her because I told a friend who raises dogs about a dog we rescued as a puppy.

It had been decades since I had a dog. When we picked up Jasmine, I was amazed at how beautiful she was and how shy. She had been traumatized behind the scenes at a dog show and was a nervous wreck. She wouldn’t eat or interact. Basically, she was petrified of the world

I got her in the back door into the laundry room and she stopped. I mean stopped as in would go no further. She wouldn’t make eye contact. I was eating a banana sandwich and I sat down on the floor near her. I ate my sandwich and read my book. However, I noticed her nostrils were twitching. I put some bread with mayonnaise beside her and she ate it. It was a beginning.

I started calling her Jazz, because I liked it and because jazz is a music not played by rules. Jasmine was definitely a dog who played by no rules at all. Each day was an adventure. A method of getting her to eat that worked one day wouldn’t the next.

If I let her out the back door, she would be scared to come back in and I had to go out the front to get her. Her nervousness included chewing anything in sight. After the loveseat had holes in it and the carpet and foam in one room was shredded, I decided to build a kennel.

I had never built a kennel before, but how hard could it be? I bought posts, fencing, 2 x 4s and tin. Other than my husband helping me to stretch the wire, I succeeded in building it by myself. My husband, though tolerant, considered Jazz to be my problem. Actually, he considered Jazz to be my mistake.

Jazz was a Houdini. That skinny little body followed that long nose through holes that seemed impossible. I was learning a lot about making a kennel escape proof. Jazz eagerly watched each improvement as if I was setting up a test for her benefit. She passed the tests with flying colors. If it was an intelligence test, she was winning.

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04.08.2010
Julbee
We can learn so much from our pets. Besides teaching us patience, we learn unconditional love.
10.23.2009
Catlady3
Thank you for the compliment about the article and Jazz. She deserved it. I think the show dogs get a bad deal. Not all dogs have the personalities to be friendly with everybody. Darren did. He loved people and he thrived on it. If Jazz could have just been someone's pet, she might have been fine. Harry will teach you patience and much more. Animals shouldn't have to perfect to be loved. Humans certainly don't have to!
10.23.2009
Linda Medrano
Lovely article! You really did a great job with Jazz. I have 2 dogs as well, Harry and Honey. Harry is a neurotic boy, but sweet and beautiful. He was returned to the night drop box at the shelter 3 times before we got him when he was only a year old. He has issues but we are working through them. Patience! An acquired virtue! LOL
10.22.2009
Catlady3
Thank you, Allison. You're right about seeing dogs happy and playing. Since Darren died of old age and I place Jazz with some folks who had dogs and could understand her, I remind myself of the good times. Thank you for the compliment. With Darren, it was easy - he was a sweetheart. Jazz was harder, but needed me more. Maybe Jazz was my one good deed!
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