Just like children, our dogs all have different personalities.  Even the ones from the same bread.  We have two Yorkies and they couldn’t be any more different from each other.  Daisy is the loving, dominant, and loyal one who follows you into every room just to be sure she’s with you.  Then, there’s Rocky…

Rocky is our oldest dog named after the movie for being small but tough (so we thought).  He’s nearly twelve years old now and starting to show his age.  He lost most of his teeth over the past year, may be losing his hearing, is starting to get cataracts, and walks a little slower in the morning (sounds human doesn’t it?).   Unlike Daisy, he’s the independent one who likes his own place on the couch and likes his ears scratched only when he feels like it.   He’s also a little bit of a whiner; mainly when he’s not getting something he wants or the spot he claimed on the couch is being occupied. 

What I’ve come to realize about these three dogs of ours with their different personalities, is that they are each teaching me something about life.  Daisy is the easy one with her loyalty, strength, and love.  Rocky, well, he’s the one who teaches me patience and to cope with those aging around me. 

One of those patience teaching quirks he has is to sit and wait for the other two dogs to finish eating before he does.  Then, if his dish isn’t sitting in just the right spot, he will look at me then back at the dish than back at me and so on.  Over and over.  Commanding him to eat, rewarding him, and even praising him won’t work.  As long as I’m in the room and not looking at him, he will gradually decide it’s ‘time’ for him to eat and mow his food down.  If money wasn’t an object, I would seriously consider taking him to a dog therapist (if there is such a thing). 

For all his little quirks, though, Rocky is still the grandad of our three dogs and worthy of respect.  We hope he’s with us as long as God will allow.  In the meantime, I’ll keep learning about patience from this little friend of my mine…

Love always