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Seven Our Dog grows up? or Is it worth learning a life lesson in the dog-eat-dog world?

November 22, 2013


Sevie got a life lesson in theDog-Eat-Dog world,

but, I hope she didn’t learn anything.

Sevie, full-name Seven, is a small keeshound.

  • Definition: The Keeshond (/ˈkz.hɒnd/ kayz-hond; plural: Keeshonden) is a medium-sized dog with a plush two-layer coat of silver and black fur with a ruff and a curled tail. It originated in the Netherlands, and its closest relatives are the German spitzes such as the Großspitz, Mittelspitz, and Kleinspitz or Pomeranian. Originally called the German Spitz, more specifically the Wolfspitz, the name was officially changed to Keeshond, in 1926 in England, where it had been known as the Dutch Barge Dog.


  • Temperment: Keeshonden tend to be very playful, with quick reflexes and strong jumping ability. They are quick learners and eager to please. Because Keeshonden are quick learners, they also very quickly learn things their humans did not intend to teach them. However, Keeshonden make excellent agility and obedience dogs. So amenable to proper training is this bright, sturdy dog that Keeshonden have been successfully trained to serve as guide dogs for the blind; only their lack of size has prevented them from being more widely used in this role.They love children and are excellent family dogs, preferring to be close to their humans whenever possible. They generally get along with other dogs as well and will enjoy a good chase around the yard. Keeshonden are very intuitive and empathetic and are often used as comfort dogs. Most notably, at least one Keeshond, Tikva, was at Ground Zero on 9/11 to help comfort the rescue workers.[3] The breed has a tendency to become especially clingy towards their owners, more so than most other breeds. If their owner is out, or in another room behind a closed door, they may sit, waiting for their owner to reappear, even if there are other people nearby. Many have been referred to as their “owner’s shadow,” or “velcro dogs”[citation needed].

That’s a definition and profile of a breed, but what does Sevie mean to us.

Sevie kinda a dust mop with legs and a curled up tail, who sashays her hips and runs down stairs the way Belushi does in Animal House. When she sees other dogs, she goes absolutely crazy, pulling on the leash, barking furiously, but when she gets over to them she wants to be friends. When I take her for a walk, she puffs out her chest, after all this is her world, and she’s proudly defending it from intruders. Sevie has a tendency to bolt if she not leashed and run after other dogs. But she has a face you gotta love. And I believe she was abused by a previous owner. And she has gone from being a withdrawn dog to an extremely happy one who believes everything around her is simply hers. She’s got love! She likes me to chase her around the house and try to catch her, sometimes we do it outside on the deck and I pretend I can’t get her, and she runs  around me until she gets tired, and we go inside and I give her a treat and she drinks water. She has established her superiority. She has a prancing quality about her whe she walks about with her tail curled up, and I call her the “coquettish furball.” She cracks me up with her enthusiasm. She rules all she surveys!

Well, last night she bolted off our property at night  because she saw another dog somewhere. We heard growling and barking, and yipping, clearly a fight in the darkness. We were worried she stumbled upon a raccoon–or worse–a coyote. We called her, and fortunately she came back through the woods in the darkness, clearly rattled. She had her clock cleaned. Or her fur rumpled.

We got her in the house. She was rattled. In shock. There was a cut on the bottom of her paw and a nick on her nose. But she was quit and sulked. She just laid in a corner. She hung her head, dazed. WHat happened to me?

“I know Sevie,” I said, petting her. “I know.”

I thought of going through cancer and chemo and all the people I saw sitting in their chairs, heroically fighting for their life while the world threw them out of their world into Now What?

Yeah, poor thing. She thought she was queen of the world, and was knocked down. It happens when you’re a kid and it’s part of growing up. Or she was just running up to another dog to be friendly, but the dog thought Sevie was going to attack her, which is possible. Either way, her ability to protectively stake out and defend her world or be friends was roundly rejected by a larger opposing force.

Growing up, I had my clocked cleaned a couple times. Even as a reporter when I thought I was a great writer, an editor told me every dreaded getting my copy because it required so much rewriting. Then there was the first time I tried standup and bombed. And how many rejections from writing. WHen I looked at the list of who made the high school basketball team, and saw that there was no R-name for Reiss on the list: it went from Lewis to Schawartz. I was cut from the team. Asking a girl in high school who I had a crush on how she was doing and she glumly replied, “I’m alive.” Yikes! Or on Valentines Day in class when the teacher had a box where students could put Valentines cards in them, and I only got a few. Yes. when you think you’re so wonderful, and then you find out if you’re going to be wonderful, you better change. Most people who don’t usually end up in prison or religion. There’s Denial and there’s Self-Denial! Others have a half smile, learn more about ourselves than we care to, but learn more about appreciating a life besides our own, and more about who we truly are instead of the person we think we are. That’s the fun part, when you get your chops and play your instrument, when you’re no longer a passenger in your body.

And there was poor Sevie, crushed, defeated, unable to comprehend. Would she be less excited, bolt less?

All I could think was, I hope she hasn’t learned a thing. I like seeing that dog that believes it can take on the world with all its innocence, and believes she so wonderful, and always wants treats (Known as “cookies”), and if she starred in her own version of “Citizen Kane” he last words wouldn’t be “Rosebud” but “Food Dish.” One thing that’s even weirder about this breed, is they are barge dogs who protect the barge but don’t like the water around them. A sentinel of their surroundings but clueless about the world, or a force larger than them; after all, they rule their barge.Ruff! Ruff!

I don’t want her to lose the belief that she is everything to me. Take on the world Sevie, don’t let it take on you, there are too many retreating from the battlefield who have been shot waving a white flag in the dog-eat-dog world.

Run Sevie Run, I’ll be laughing and watching out for you!


Maybe we can make a difference together.

Run, Sevie, run!

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