Gone to the Dogs


June 27, 2008 by Marj Hatzell

See, I’m kinda a dog person.  Fine, let’s be honest, shall we?  I love dogs.  My neighbor up the street?  Does not like dogs.  Some of my family members?  Tolerate them when they come to my house, but otherwise have no feeling or opinion whatsoever.  But we’re a dog family, we are.  I grew up in a house that had many pets (and where I learned to respect all creatures great and small, thank you, St. Francis.) and we always had a dog then, too.  So when we bought our first house, we naturally wanted a pet.  We started with a fish, graduated to a cockatiel (that Darling despised.  Did I say despised? I meant loathed with every ounce of his being.) and a month after I finished college and a month before I became preggers with Bug Boy, Shadow became a member of our household. Our first baby, if you will.  Nearly nine years later, we have no regrets. Except, perhaps that we did not adopt two dogs at the same time from the same liter.  We had a failed attempt at adopting a pure-bred border collie (she bit one of the kids) and so we’ve decided that until Shadow passes, we’re a one dog family.  For now.

This doesn’t stop me from pet sitting, however. I’ve watched family member’s dogs from time to time and love it.  Shadow loves it, too.  After the initial shock of having another dog to scratch bellies with, she settles in fine, romps with them, sleeps next to them and follows them around the house all day.  This week (and next) we’ve got Sandy the Wonder Pup from around the corner. If there ever was a dog that was Shadow’s evil twin, Sandy would be it.  And by evil twin, I mean the dog that we thought Shadow would be if she actually passed obedience training.  Shadow is nine and still acts like a two-year-old dog with the pep and anxiety she has.  Sandy is six and is the calmest dog I’ve ever met. Calm, like, barely moves.  And Shadow? I named her Shadow because she follows me around from room to room. Sandy follows me from chair to chair. If I’m sitting on the toilet she follows.  Shadow can see me still from the other room so she doesn’t bother getting up (yes, I leave the bathroom door open.  One word:  Bugaboo.).  Her sleep is too important.  Sandy? She will suddenly get up from right next to me and head butt me until I pet her.  I know already that Shadow and I will be very sad when she goes home. The good news is that she lives on the next street over and walks by our house daily.  The other good news is that Sandy’s family is watching Shadow when we go on our vacation.

Today was toooooo hot for old doggies. We did our daily walk and then they were all, “Dood. WE AIN’T GOING OUT THERE.” for the rest of the day.  I don’t blame them. It’s humid and hot and the heat index was near 100 today. For those of you not familiar with heat index, let’s just say it is nearly 95 at the moment, and when you add in the humidity, it makes it feel like 100 (but sticky and sweaty and bad hair day all over the place), the complete polar opposite of it’s a dry heat, mmkay?  Suffice to say that the doggies?  In no mood for the great outdoors today. One is camped behind the couch on the air vent and the other one is on the vent on the other side of the room.

Anyways, enough about hot dogs (get it?  Hot dogs?), just looky here at the reason why I know I’m going to be bugging (bug, get it? I know, I slay me, too.) the husband for another dog by the end of the summer:

We just have this problem with wanting another one every time we watch a dog for someone.

6 thoughts on “Gone to the Dogs

  1. Kelly says:

    I would honestly, even despite this heat, like to sit right in between those lovely doggies and form a giant cuddle sandwich. They are adorable.

  2. I’m with you. Definitely a dog person. And a cat person. And just about any other animal person. Not too excited about fish, but they’re okay, I guess…Now, about adopting two pups from the same litter….Been there. Still there. Ready to go insane after four years. I wouldn’t recommend it, but you can read all about it on my blog:

  3. Grandma J says:

    My grandson of the canine persuasion loves it when another dog visits. I love watching them have fun or veg together. You Shadow is adorable, and so is his BGF, Sandy.

    It’s too hot for me to go out too, and I’d lay on my vent if it weren’t on the ceiling.

  4. Jacki says:

    Awww…I love big dogs, not a fan of the little ones.

  5. Those doggies are sooooo cute! Sooooo cute. I want a doggy. Maybe Chanukah Chaim will bring me one.

  6. If we lived closer you could sit for my dogs, and I think that might cure you from immediately wanting another. Today I looked out to see my 2 year old with his pants around his ankles and studying his finger (which could only mean that he had pooped) and dog 2 standing behind him eating “something” off the ground. Don’t you just love dog stories?

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