The Mighty Paw!!

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

I have a couple of hand holding, or should I say paw holding, Doodles.

When we brought Fudge home, she would often sit by our side and extend her paw. I had never had another dog that did this, so I started reaching out and holding her paw. She seemed to like it and take comfort in that simple gesture and I have to admit, I like it too.  Even now, she likes when you stroke her paws when she is lying beside you and sometimes, I watch TV just holding her paw. Lots of times, if you are in the middle of a good belly rub and stop, she will move that paw in the air to remind you that you are not finished. We stop sometimes, just to see her do it. In the morning, if she gets back in bed when my husband is still sleeping, she will sit beside him as close as she can get to his face, and extend her paw in his direction as if to say, “hey mister, commence with the rubbing.”  Fudge is very ladylike in her demands, never pushy, and I imagine she is like the Queen of England with her subjects.  You might not like it at 8 am in the morning, but I bet if the Queen wants one of her ladies-in-waiting to scratch her back, I doubt the lady-in-waiting says, “Do you mind if I take a rain check?” but rather, “Is this the right spot?”

Vern, on the other hand, has huge paws and knows just how to use them.  I sympathize with Vern; because rumor has it I have big paws myself.  I have worn an 11B shoe since before I got out of eighth grade and used to hate shoe shopping with my mother.  My mom insisted on taking me to the one store known in town for its geriatric footwear and unless I liked wearing black shoes that looked like I came over on the Mayflower, I was out of luck. 

As I got older, it was easier to find shoes, but then I started having problems with my feet and ended up one day at a store that specialized in shoes for problem feet.  The gentleman that owned the store waited on me and spent a lot of time measuring and examining my feet and told me he thought I would be more comfortable in a 12.

 

Next, he asked me the width I have worn all my life and when I told him a medium, he said I was now either a wide or an extra wide. Once we clarified that he was still talking about my feet, I thanked him for his help and said, “Well, at least I know if you can’t help me, I will be able to get something at the clown shoe shop.” 

When I called my husband to tell him the search was over and Bigfoot had been found, he tried to be nice and told me a 12 wide was not that big of a shoe size. I appreciated his kindness and agreed with him that my feet were not that big if A) I wasn’t a female B) My parents were Kangaroos or C) I was the male lead in a Porn film and my name was Dickie Longstocking. 

I also went on to tell him, as far as I was concerned, the only good thing that might come out of all this is if we happen to lose our oars in the water when canoeing, I could help out with my feet as long as I take a few Pilates classes before we go, but I made him swear that he wouldn’t start calling me Oarie Laurie. 

After that, the only other comment he made about my feet happened when I told him a woman at the food market came up to me at the deli counter and told me I had very petite feet for such a tall woman and he asked me if they allowed her seeing eye dog in the market.

 

So, you can see Vern takes after me in the big feet department and like Fudge, he loves to use his paws and to have you hold his paws.  The problem with Vern is that he does not realize how big he is or that a human being is not made to be stepped on by a ninety-pound dog. He also cannot gauge the space he needs to clear an area and this has caused a few minor incidents.  If my husband is not paying attention when Vern decides to jump on the bed, he is usually quick to regret his inattentiveness as Vern always seems to land on my husband’s nether regions, or as we now call it in our household, The Never Going to Work Again Region.  I have the same problem when Vern stands up to reposition himself on the bed or couch and my lap happens to be in his way.  Thankfully, my childbearing days are over or they would be by now.

If Vern sits beside you on the sofa, he always likes to put a paw on your shoulder and if he can maneuver his other paw around your other shoulder for a Doodle hug, he will try.  He leans into you like he is smelling your hair or something and I have to say it always melts my heart.  The only part I don’t like about a Vern hug is he has been known to miscalculate the distance his paw needs to go around to bypass hitting your nose and/or eye for a painless hug.  I also anticipate problems if I start going to the doctor with bumps and bruises and am asked to explain to a Social Worker who is causing me all this pain and I have to ID Vern in a lineup.

I guess I could start wearing a helmet and mouth guard while sitting around my house or lying in bed at night, but I can’t imagine that it is going to help my love life. My husband already has enough problems sweeping me off my extra large feet, he certainly shouldn’t have to wait until I remove my helmet and spit out my mouth guard to give me a kiss.

 

Meanwhile, I will continue to be “pawed” by my lovable Doodles.  It certainly works better than one of those worry stones that you are supposed to rub on to ease anxiety.  Personally, I would choose a Doodle paw to rub any day of the week.

P.S. Remember, I am tall and Vern is tall. We need big feet to hold us up or we would tip over :) I bet the Science Group would agree!!

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

Donna, With those shoes, I would be 6'5" and unable to walk :)

F, Maybe Donna can send you the link...LOL!!

[F, Calla & Luca]

Oh, maybe they have my size.

[Donna K & Quincy]

I just have one thing to say, these come in a size 12 wide, they also come in white.

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

Allyson, LOL...Peri can't be a lady all the time :)

Jennifer, Thank you!! I thought for sure you would love Dicky Longstocking! LOL

Jarka, Thank you so much!! I am glad to help...LOL!! Monty is so lovable!! Holding hands in the car...LOL!!

Lisa, How funny that she pulls her paw away. Look, but don't touch. I am always messing with Fudge and Vern's paws.

[Lisa, Daisy & Dexter]

LOL, great blog as usual.

Daisy doesn't like her paws petted but she always has to have one on us, if you try to pet it, she pulls it off until we stop and then puts it back. One of the breeders children said to us "she likes to always touch someone, out of all this liter, she is the only one"

[Jarka, Monty & Auggie]

I just love the way you write, Laurie. One day I want to speak English the way you write your blogs. Thank you, they are very educational for non-native English speakers. :-)  In any case, Monty is a big paw monster as well. For some reason he likes to give me his paw as we drive and he sits on the front seat just looking out of the car window. We look like a couple of dorks holding hands in the car. I have to admit I love it, though.

[Jennifer,Chloe & Myla]

Too funny!!! Oarie Laurie made me laugh! Well, all of it did!!!

Ours do the paw thing too! Myla will stretch her nails out and hit you if you don't respond quick enough.

Vern the hugger-so funny!

[Allyson, Peri & Taquito]

Maybe it is a poodle thing.  She holds it out in a very lady-like, dainty way. Kind of poodleish actually.  But every now and then she swats me for attention...that must be the golden in her!

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

I wonder if it is a poodle thing, because I have had Labs before and no dog I ever had did this paw thing but Fudge and Vern!

[Allyson, Peri & Taquito]

Love it. Peri is like your Fudge. She just holds out her paw when she is sitting next to us - she just wants us to hold it for a while.  Maybe  the paw thing is a doodle-thing?  I have never seen another dog do this.