Jackdoodle's been a little neglected lately. It's been raining a lot, so our walks are shorter, and many days we can't play ball in the yard. I've been spending a lot of time on the phone and computer, too; lots of rescue doodles in need of homes, and well, Jackdoodle has a home. So he doesn't get much attention some days. But he never acts out, or gets destructive. He just waits until I have a little time to play with him. He's such a good boy.
Sometimes when he does get attention, it's not so much fun. His paws are still pretty inflamed from his late summer ragweed reaction, and every other day I have to apply an antibiotic/steroid lotion to them. He really hates that. But he bears it. Jackdoodle bears what he has to. He's such a good boy.
Every week we go to the vet's office for his antigen shot. His tech comes to get him and he goes with her willingly. On the way, they pass the scale, and Jack steps on and sits down. He doesn't have to be weighed every week, but he thinks that's what he's supposed to do, so he does. Everybody laughs. His tech says that once they get in back, she tells him to sit & stay while she gets his shot ready, and he does. She says she “brags on him” to the other techs, because he's such a good boy.
Every week, we also go to the groomer's for a bath. Jack has to be there a long time, because when he's flaring, he has to air dry. He doesn't like it when I turn to leave, but they say he's always well-behaved after I do. The other day, the groomer wanted me to come back and see a dog who was there being groomed. He was adopted and the owners aren't sure what mix he is; she thought he might be a doodle.
As we walked into the grooming area, we passed an empty grooming table, and Jack jumped right up onto it and sat down! He thought that was what he was supposed to do, even though he doesn't like being groomed. Everyone laughed. The groomer said “I wish all the dogs were as easy and cooperative as Jackdoodle, he's such a good dog.”
Tonight, he's lying here chewing on a brand new marrow bone, and I'm thinking how lucky I am to have him. He just accepts whatever comes his way and tries his best to do what he thinks is expected of him. Really, he deserves so much more than I can give him. The least I can do is pay him a little tribute here from time to time and hope he knows how much I love him. And that he really is such a good boy.