Dogs have always been part of my life; a love passed down from generation to generation. Protracted unemployment in the early 90s required some creativity. Thus, my pet care business was born. This is a continuing series.
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CHAPTER FIVE: CANDICE
Candice was a Golden Retriever with a unique look, because of her curly coat. She also had a birthmark, right in the middle of her tongue. Such a cutie!
Her human mom, a busy executive, didn’t do any grooming, so poor Candice looked quite ratty, most of the time. Didn’t bother her at all and she went merrily through life; a dog with a sweet, fun-loving personality.
Weekday walking was the main assignment and I soon learned that Candice didn’t have any leash manners. She yanked and pulled mercilessly. Despite my best training efforts, this did not improve much over time. She also had a stubborn streak and would sit down abruptly, refusing to move. Once, this happened in the middle of a busy street! I had to give her a gentle shove in the hindquarters. Thankfully, there was no traffic at that moment.
My solution was to take her to the local leash free park. Candice just loved playing with other dogs; a real “party animal”. Not so nice on muddy days. She would invariably end up on the ground, rolling around. Horrors! Mud is the bane of all dog handlers. I did my best to clean her up and brush out the dirt, before we went home. At least she got a good grooming out of it!
This continued for several years, until I retired from such a gruelling schedule. My various infirmities were making it less and less pleasant to be out in bad weather for hours at a time, so, home boarding became my primary focus.
Candice would stay with me two or three times a year and she was a lovely house guest; always congenial and fun-loving. Just thinking of her now, makes me smile.
Another interesting thing about Candice, was her TV viewing habit. She actively followed the action and barked furiously, every time an animal came on screen. They say dogs can’t see two dimensional images, but, obviously, she could. No nature programs when Candice was in residence. Too noisy!
Candice’s last visit was a couple of years ago , when she was about 11 years old. Makes me wonder (and worry) why I haven’t heard from her mom in so long. Sadly, I fear the worst. Most clients let me know when the inevitable happens, but not every one.
Miss you, Candy!
© D.D.B. 2013
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