The Zen of Huff

Suzanne here.

Huff’s had a rough week so I’m filling in for him. 

Perhaps it’s the erratic weather with its dips and climbs in pressure, but Huff had has a couple of incidents where his back legs refused to work.

I have adjusted (although not well) to the unexpected falls that hip dysplasia causes and we have learned to take it slow afterward and ease back into movement.  We do massage every morning to get the tight muscles and achy joints moving. But twice this week, none of that worked. There was nothing. He was frustrated, looking back at his legs. He didn’t seem to be in pain, just frustrated.

So I sat with him and petted him. Told him it was okay, there was no hurry.  Eventually things begin working again. Working well enough that he is anxious to go for a walk.  As if it never happened.

For Huff, when it's over, it's over. He is a dog and dogs don’t dwell on the past or worry about the future.

He appreciates the comfort and company when he can’t move. But he doesn’t worry over what that all means once it passes. I guess that my job - it is one of the things humans do best -worry.

The dog - he just huffs at me and goes to the door, with a meaningful look at his leash.

 So we walk and I try to let it go.