Little Miss Independence!

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

Fudge has always been a very independent dog.  I like that trait about her, because I have had Velcro dogs in the past who plastered themselves to me and if I took one step and turned around, the odds of me tripping over a dog were very high.  In my relationship with Fudge I am the needy one, because it is usually me following her around and telling her to come back to bed with mommy so we can snuggle.  She mixes up her routine to keep me on my toes and one day she will want up on the bed with me and the next day she will walk right by my pleading eyes and settle in her own bed.  Sometimes she likes when I get all settled in bed, my pillows just where I want them, the computer open in my lap, and then her little head appears to let me know she considered all her options and since nothing better was out there, she guessed she could spare me some time.  I really think somewhere down her ancestral line some creative breeder mixed in cat and I may have one of the first Labracatdoodles.

Is this Fudge's great great grandmother?

Don’t get me wrong. Fudge is the most loyal dog I have presently. Vern will march right out the door with my husband or daughter and not look back to see if I am coming.  Every man for himself seems to be Vern’s motto if a car ride is involved, but not Fudge.  Fudge doesn’t want to go unless she thinks I will be tagging along.  The other day we were all out in the woods with the dogs each of us trying to get pictures of them and I was so focused on what I was doing that I backed up and fell backwards over a campground grill. 

My daughter was kind enough to wait until I got back up to start laughing, but I was concerned she may need a change of pants as the laughter escalated.  My husband was sympathetic to my first fall, but when I fell again stepping into a hole, both of them took a moment to capture the moment with their cameras, and my husband said and I quote, “I am trying to figure out the settings on this new camera and you keep falling and distracting me.”  His husbandly concern seemed to lend credence to my theory that in the future if I should fall or have a heart attack, my survival rate is going to depend on timing and what show he happens to be watching or what he is doing when I go down. On my first fall when both dogs were off leash, Vern used the distraction to exercise his legs and run circles around me, but Fudge stayed put and seemed genuinely concerned for my well being.

 

I’ve dealt with independence plenty with my children and still endure my oldest calling from Oregon to tell me something or complain about something and shoot me down the moment I try and give her some motherly advice. The other day I asked her if she could send me a script so I could respond accordingly with my lines, because frankly I am tired of hearing, “mom, why can’t you just listen and not say anything stupid to me?”  I almost can hear Fudge saying the same thing to me when I command her to drop the ball and she walks over and plops it right down on my foot so it goes rolling away and I have to go chase it down. Now, before you say something about Fudge probably has no other choice but to drop the ball on my extra large feet, she does it on purpose.  I am convinced it is her way of saying, “I know I am supposed to drop the ball and I don’t need you stating the obvious.” 

The thing is an independent child or dog can really pluck your nerves sometimes, but just when you think they don’t need you anymore, they might prove you wrong.  My daughter and son-in-law were home for a whirlwind weekend to attend a funeral this past week and we saw very little of them.  On Sunday morning, the dogs and I pushed her over in bed and climbed in with her and her husband. 

Despite their screams and my SIL covering his head with the blankets, when I hugged her and said, “I’m not going to let you guys go back to Oregon ever,” she hugged me back and said, “I wish we could stay longer, mom, but this is really weird.”  I couldn’t understand everything my son-in-law was saying under the blanket, but it sounded a lot like, “I can’t breathe. Get Vern off of me!  Fudge, stop licking me!  Megan, make her leave!  Thank God, we live in Oregon,” but I could be wrong as it was muffled.  The point is not that I lack boundaries, but in between telling me I was strange, she kept hugging me back because we really do miss each other.

 

Yesterday, I took Fudge to the vet and she was very nervous. She sat next to me in the waiting room and all but climbed in my lap.  Occasionally, she would look over at me and give me a kiss.  Some part of her body had to be touching me, which isn’t like Fudge at all.  Normally, she is on high alert and just waiting to react to something, however in the vet’s waiting room, I think she was hoping to go unnoticed as she sat quietly beside me. She was sore from her shots that night and wanted up on the bed with me and stretched out against me for quite some time.  It was nice to know that in her own way she felt reassured having me close by.  Believe me when I say there are other members of my family that prefer a certain distance from me when they aren’t feeling well, so it could have gone either way with Fudge.  I certainly don’t expect Fudge to change her independent ways, or my daughter either, but it is sure nice to know that from time to time they like having me around.

[Sherri, Sophie, Winston, & Kitty]

Great blog Laurie. I know exactly how you feel about Fudge because it is exactly the same with Sophie Bear. I'm always trying to get her to give me a snuggle and she hates it. But she does follow me everywhere and insists on being right next to me at all times. Even when I'm puttering around the house. They all show their love and loyalty in different ways.

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

Jane, I bet you don't have to chase Tim around for a hug :) These ungrateful Doodles don't know what side their bread is buttered on sometimes! LOL

[Jane, Guinness and Murphy]

I know that I can be a little "needy" myself when it comes to my boys. I love chasing them around the house for a "hug".  I can just picture sweet Fudge at the Vet's getting as close to her Mama as she could.

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

Thanks, DJ and Joanna & Janie!

Thanks, Linda and Traci!

Lisa, If only my DD were only two towns over. I would be so happy!! You are lucky! Thank you!

Nancy, Yep, you are right :)

[Nancy, Ned, Clancy, and Charlie]

When the going gets tough, run to mom.  Kids, both two- and four-legged know this.

[Lisa, Daisy & Dexter]

Aw Laurie, this is the sweetest blog. I love that special relationship with daughters and our fur daughters too.

On my side of things I can't tell you how many times, on Monday mornings I get a text message from my daughter to tell me she misses me so and why don't we ever make time to get together on the weekends. I think she thinks I don't know that it's her way of missing me but also having a life without me. Seriously, she could do that on a Saturday but then that would mean we would have to get together, lol. I am fine knowing she is 2 towns away and I have my fur girl (oh and DH) to keep me company while she has her "real" life with her hubby and her dogs.

[Bonnie and Kona]

I'm using my iPhone. Saw something about Luca and the vet. F, hoping your sweet boy is okay!

[Traci -Bexter & Maggie]

I LOVE the picture with Fudge and the ball!  I never can get shots like that of my doods.

[Linda, Webber and Seda]

Great blog and great picture of Fudge.  Keep them coming; both of them.

[Linda, Webber and Seda]

Great blog and great picture of Fudge.  Keep them coming; both of them.