I never thought it would happen to me.
I think I’ve become a dog person.
I didn’t have a big problem with dogs but I just didn’t get
why people went so…GAGA for them.
As I young child I was scared of almost everything, especially dogs. They were too fast, too barky. They moved too suddenly. We had a
slow-moving cat when I was a kid—and I was even scared of him. So you can
imagine my terror around a pet that growled, barked and charged. I had
nightmares about dogs. Our childhood friends had a Great Dane (who looked like
a horse to me)—a pet so large he slept on a twin mattress. His tail thwack thwack thwacked against me—almost
sending me across the room. At the time it didn’t feel like she was befriending
me. I felt like a wiffle ball and her tail was a bat. (In reality she was
really a sweet dog--but as big as a dinosaur to my young eyes.) Eventually I
came to be okay with dogs. I wasn’t scared anymore, but I just didn’t get why
people were so nuts for these drooly, loud creatures.
In time I overcame my fear of our cat and I grew to like them.
My parents had three cats over the years. I liked petting them and listening to
them purr. We could sit on the couch together but I also liked that they were
very low-maintenance. No obedience school needed. No walks required. No poops
to scoop. No barking. Hubby had an adorable cat when I met him, and I loved her
from the start. She was with us until our son was a few months old and then she
went to the great kitty cat corral in the sky.
We badly missed her but I wasn’t
searching for a replacement. I had a newborn and was busier than I'd ever been. Plus, Hubby and I realized that we both had been
living with low-grade cat allergies for years. Fast forward a few years and I
had a second baby, and then a third. For a decade I literally felt like it was
too much even to keep a goldfish alive. My hands were full.
But last year our middle kiddo started campaigning for a
dog. She had a really rough time at school (pre-teens can be a very mean) and I
wanted to give her a boost. But I was torn. I didn’t really want more
responsibility. (I’m a mom of three kids—in three different schools—and I
certainly didn’t feel a lack of responsibilities.) Yet our daughter really
wanted a dog and promised to be responsible for it. We began mulling over
whether we could do this. Parenthood, after all, is full of moments when you
put what your kid wants or needs ahead of what you want. (This is not an “I’m
so noble” speech—I don’t mean it that way—but there are times in life when you
really are weighing what someone else wants against what you prefer.) We agreed
that a puppy would be too much work. But an adult dog? Okay.
We found a local rescue group, and started trying to find
the right dog for us. We checked websites. We went to an adoption event. Hubby built
a higher gate to keep the dog safe. The rescue group is good at trying to match
each dog with owners who will be a good fit. They know we’re newbies, so they matched us with a sweet dog (aged seven) who knows at least some
commands. I’m happy to say that when we met our new dog, I felt an instant
connection. She was very friendly and so eager to know us.
I feel surprised at how fun it
is to throw a ball for her and how much I laugh when she races to get it. I’m amazed
at how much I enjoy patting her back and scratching her tummy. It feels like
discovering a flavor you’ve never tasted, and then you think, Wow, I didn’t know what I was missing. I
finally get why people are so into their dogs. Cats are wonderful but dogs are
interactive on a completely different level. There is more give and take. The
connection is just different. (And on a related note the shedding is different,
too. In the first three hours she was here she shed hundreds of hairs. Our floor looked like a Dalmation: light with
black fur spots everywhere. So do I sweep constantly? Maybe. But why bother?
It’s like trying to hold back the tide: pointless. I’m debating whether to just
leave it there and tell everyone we put in carpet.)
Anyway, I’ve been a sporadic blogger in the last year or so
and I thought it would be fun to do my first 2019 blog post about the sweet
girl who has captured our hearts.
Yep, it appears we are dog people.
Well said . . . Great post again Sar.
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DeleteWhat a fun story about how you got Bella (right?) I haven't met her yet but know I will like her as much as you do. Years ago we had a black lab who was a dear - they really are sweet. Enjoy the new addition to the family!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Debby!!!
DeleteYay! So glad Bella is fitting in so well as part of your family ♥️
ReplyDeleteL, thanks. A great match.
DeleteGood to hear! Because my kids are begging for a dog. Pete and I have been reluctant to add any more to our hectic schedule. But success stories like this have me reconsidering our situation.
ReplyDeleteAww! Congrats and glad to hear it's going well! We just got our girls a puppy. I was so nervous about it but of course now I am smitten. Would love to see a photo of Bella!
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ReplyDeleteLoved hearing about Bella. She is a new family member!
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