Dash

My friend’s Cavalier King Charles spaniel, named “Dash” after Queen Victoria’s favorite of the same breed, is staying with us for a while with his brother Murray. Dash has a regal profile, often tipping his chin up and looking at me with sad eyes and drooping jowls.

My experience with this breed is that they are slow and steady, plodding with feet pointed slightly outward and not in too big a hurry most of the time. They do run and play like all dogs, but in comparison to my high-strung terriers they are relatively calm and mild mannered.

Dash is comfortable visiting in our home and has staked out his spot to lay quietly most of the time, snoring heavily in peace. I believe most of his hearing is gone because to get his attention I have to touch him to get eye contact and then use hand signals such as tapping my thigh for him to come.

He has been adapting to our household routines. For instance, we all file upstairs to watch TV for a while before bedtime and Dash was adamant that he was unable to climb the stairs. One night I put him on a leash and pulled him up with us and pulled him back down when it was time for bed. After that experience, he realized he was fully capable and now he follows us all up and down on the stairs on his own volition. He just needed to find out he could do it.

Dash also loves his meals. Who doesn’t? But if Dash feels it is time to be fed, no matter if it is several hours early or the middle of the night, he begins barking insistently and pushing his dish around the floor. He is beginning to catch on that all the dogs get breakfast and dinner at the same time and barking doesn’t change that.

Last night I was sitting in the room, knitting, and Dash woke up and started wagging his tail and looking at the wall. Strange. Then he jumped up and swiped at something and I realized that as my wrist moved, the reflection off my watch was making a light spot move across the room. He can’t hear much but he was hyper alert about a mysterious moving light. What a character!

About bluestempond

Hobby farmer living at Bluestem Pond in Michigan.
This entry was posted in Dog and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

3 Responses to Dash

  1. “Last night I was sitting in the room, knitting, and Dash woke up and started wagging his tail and looking at the wall. Strange. Then he jumped up and swiped at something and I realized that as my wrist moved, the reflection off my watch was making a light spot move across the room. He can’t hear much but he was hyper alert about a mysterious moving light. What a character!”

    Haha…he must have some feline in him!

    Linsey

    >

  2. Dash! My Lab didn’t want to do steps when we first got him, either. And like your wise hostess, I used a leash to show him, that yes indeed he could do the steps. Then he turned into “Mr. I Been Doin’ The Steps My Whole Life.” Sounds like you are all a happy pack.

  3. Ahill says:

    Love the article! Give the lad a big kiss.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s