Remember that 1964 pop song ‘Leader of the Pack‘ by The Shangri-Las (dear lord, did hair really look like that back in the 60’s-OMG!). It was a pretty decent hit for the girl band and a moderate cover hit for Twisted Sister in 1985 (among others) about teenage tragedy. But what I mean by leader of the pack here relates to ‘leadership.’ Wikipedia says this about leadership: “…described as “a process of social influence in which a person can enlist the aid and support of others in the accomplishment of a common task.” The dictionary defines leadership as a person who guides or directs a group, providing guidance or direction. When it comes to our dogs, we definitely provide support and direction. We are their caretakers, making sure they remain safe. As owners we are charged with their safekeeping, we provide a pack that they may thrive, shelter from storms, food and love. This is what they need, this is what we do if we’re responsible pet owners.
Another aspect of the dynamic relationship with our fur-kids is loyalty. We are faithful and devoted to them and they to us. It’s a unique bond between biped and canine and I had an opportunity to view the two side by side the other evening when I was out in the garden. I often let Sam hang with me in the garden while I putz around pulling Sumac seedlings (will they never end?), watering, etc. He loves being outside keeping an eye on me, sniffing to his heart’s content without me nagging him to move along but mostly he loves to greet passers-by. A couple of women who live nearby stroll by frequently with their pup and Sam absolutely adores both of them. He’s isn’t all that crazy about their pooch who even after 2 years still goes immediately for Sam’s ears, but any chance to see either of them, well he’s more than happen to split from the yard to say hi, tail furiously wagging with a big goofy grin on his face. They always laugh at Sam’s goofiness and we chat about the latest goings on in our ‘hood. As soon as Sam spied them, he was gone in a flash, despite my
calls to stay screeching. That dog was on a mission and it didn’t involve me. Luckily he didn’t run out into the street and no one was hurt, other than my ego at my lack of ‘leadership’ with him. He leaned heavily against on Roxann’s leg, looking longingly up into her face. He was in heaven with his friend. I called him repeatedly to get back into the yard but my pleas voice went unheard. I walked out to the sidewalk to bring him back and he still refused to budge. We all chuckled about it but it got me to thinking. Why was my dog ignoring me (beyond usual)? Did he not respect my leadership where his interests collided with my commands and his needs?
Then I said, “ok for you, I’m going back inside,” and started back up the walk toward the porch. He then came galloping toward me immediately and then leaned against my leg looking up with those adorably sweet amber eyes. I realized that while my ‘leadership’ may be hit or miss sometimes with Sam, his loyalty can never be questioned. He’ll always be my lap dog, peacefully snoozing away on top of my legs and yes, probably dreaming about the next encounter with one of his neighborhood BFF’s but I know he’ll always be completely mine.
Live, love, bark! <3
33 thoughts on “Leader of the Pack”
Monika, made me laugh again. for years i have had trouble getting my son to leave and so say goodbye and head off. Hey presto. He follows. Bilbo is great and usually sticks close even off leash at the beach. lady has been known to wander a little as we walk out the car. being so dark, ive had trouble finding her at night a few times and keep meaning to get her a glow in the dark collar.
awesome post! I just loved that song from way back when!!!!
Just like kids aren’t they. When you keep asking them to do stuff they don’t buy when you walk away, they come running..Loved it. Big hugs to Sam
Thank heavens for reverse psychology, otherwise I’d be pulling out my hair by the handfuls!
Klaus’s hearing is just fine but I swear he’s become increasingly averse to listening to me as he settles into his senior years. Particularly when he absolutely must smell that one blade of grass for five minutes straight. Then again, I’ve been lax about training. See how good he is? He’s got me blaming myself. I’m hopeless!
Ha, ha! The manipulation gene is alive and quite well in these 4 legged beguiling mutts!
Yup, we can write a book on loyalty! Me and Stanley really keep an eye on mom!
Murphy & Stanley
Ah Monika, how well I remember that song! Of course, it helps that SiriusXM’s 60s on 6 channel plays it at least once a day. 🙂
As for the dogs blowing us off at times? Mine do it, too. Especially Callie. She’s old enough to know that failing hearing is a blessing of old age and uses it to her advantage. And she knows I know her hearing is just fine but blows me off anyway. Little stinker. Selective hearing – like her human father, grandfather (my Dad), and great-grandmothers (both of mine) – but what the heck. She looks to me for guidance, just like her younger sisters, when she’s not sure what to do.
These dogs act like teenagers sometimes. Never listen, ignore your instructions, but when needed, their first in line for cuddles and comfort. 😉
How well I know the song, but the hairdo’s? OMG, what were we thinking?!
My haircut was easy — an Audrey Hepburn style pixie. Mom paid the bill so I had no choice. She nearly had a stroke in the early 70s when I got an “Afro”. “Do you know how much I’d give to have hair like yours??!!?!?!” (Naturally wavy, like my Dad.)
After years of fighting it, I’ve finally surrendered to it and am sooooo much happier. Can’t be bothered with anything more than wash and wear most days, except if I want to flat iron. Now that’s it’s so long though, that doesn’t happen too much. My arms aren’t long enough to stretch that high! 😉
Nothing sweeter than the love and bonding of a dog 🙂
You totally got that right!
Haha – that’s a trick I often use too when they won’t come…walk in the opposite direction!
It always worked on the kids and I think the intellect of a small kidlet and a dog are about the same. So’s the manipulation gene. 🙁
Monika, thanks for the info on dyes, fascinating. There is so much to learn in life. LeeAnna
And I have a knack for the totally obscure. 😉 Have a pawsome red, white & blue howliday!
The peeps keep getting terriers. They can’t be trained.
They do seem to have a mind of their own (maybe Sam was a terrier in a previous life?) Have a safe and happy 4th. 🙂
I feel your pain. This is the reason Delilah is never off-leash. 🙁 That silly dog will blow me off for whatever grabs her fancy.
I’m glad he didn’t run out in the street and that everything ended happily. 🙂
No kidding, what’s up with these willful dogs who test one’s sanity? 😉 Here’s to a safe and happy 4th!
If these creatures were always predictable they would be robots, not dogs.
They certainly make life so rich and interesting, don’t they? 😉
Well put. The communication and perfect understanding might not always be there, but the love always is.
It’s that whole Doglish vs. English thing all over again. 🙂 Wishing your entire pack a safe and happy 4th of July.
I know what you mean!! Sometimes when my fur kids are in the yard with me I’ll call them in and they’ll look at me as if to decide is what I want or need important, then continue on with their exploration of bunny poops and squirrel tracks. It’s frustrating!! But, in those urgent moments when something is amiss and I need their attention right now, they must hear it in my voice, because then they always respond. I’ve taken to slipping a few treats in my pocket when we head out to the back forty. That gets their attention when I call!
They are crafty little devils, aren’t they? But bottom line, I wouldn’t have them any other way!
aaww – tis true. Our leadership and hearts are always with our masters. Always – have no doubt my friend. XOXO – Bacon
That scenario sounds familiar. Interesting to point out the difference between obedience which I equate to the dog trusting my judgement, and loyalty or love.
We know what we can get away with. At the end of the day, we’ll still get all of your love, even when we don’t listen. So sometimes it’s worth it to be defiant. We get what we want then and later.
No kidding; who’d have thought a being with the intellect of a radish could be so fiendish? BOL!
Aye, Noodle, that you guys definitely do. And you know what, we bipeds are good with it because of how much you give us. Nothing beats a dog’s ability to love and be loyal. 🙂