My daughter has been bugging us to get a new puppy because her friend got a new puppy. She promises to feed and care for the pup and I believe her. And therein lies the problem.
As soon as the dog grows up it would be added to my “to do” list like all our present pets are. I am a dog (and cat) lover, and I love the two wonderful animals we have now. While I love a cute furry little puppy, it’s not all about looks with me. It’s a relationship. So much so, that when I had a mural of our family scenes painted on our living room wall, our animals are there with us.
Here is our family’s first dog, Newly. Her whole name was “Newlywed” because we got her back then. She lived until she was 17 and I won’t tell you the sad details of her passing but let’s just say she didn’t see very well and my husband has a lot of guilt. To this day, her ashes are on his desk. I can still her her proud dog steps prancing our way to greet us whenever we returned home.
When my last child boarded the bus for full-day kindergarten, I was so lonely that I drove directly to the Save-A-Pet shelter and adopted Woody, shown in our mural waiting for the kids to get off the school bus as he did (and still does) every day.
My son has the same bond I do with Woody. I will often see him outside sitting next to the dog, petting and sharing some secret talk with him. The girls walk by him and give him a fleeting greeting, rarely stopping to pet or throw him a bone. Woody and I both have their number.
Luckily, Woody knows that I am a one-dog woman and I too, have a bark and a bite.
“The more I see of man, the more I like dogs.” ~ Mme. de Stael