There are cat lovers and then there are dog lovers. I am the latter. I love dogs! My dog Abby died two years ago at the age of 14. She was a fun and spunky little miniature schnauzer, and she was all attitude. I adored her and she loved me.
Growing up, my mom had poodles, the little “teacup” breed. Wherever my mom went, so did her poodles. Back then I would never have dreamed that I would be “that kind of gal.” You know, the woman you see driving down the road with a dog in her lap.
Now my son Cole has Drake. Drake is a six-week-old, AKC-registered chocolate lab that Cole hopes will be a hunting partner, even though he’s currently so little that he can barely pick up a sock.
It has been fun to watch the bond that those two have developed, in the two short weeks that we have had him. Cole’s routine is…well just that, a routine. He gets up, runs to weight lifting with the local football players, comes home, does his chores (or doesn’t), and then heads back to the field with some of his buddies. Drake doesn’t like it at ALL when Cole leaves. While I am a very good grandmother to the little guy, he seems acutely aware that I am busy and that he isn’t my main focus. He isn’t taking too kindly to that. His deep brown eyes seem to look at me as if he thinks I somehow missed the memo.
When I was first married, my husband “laid down the law” (which he totally intended to keep) that I couldn’t have dogs in the house. I was in agreement to a point. I didn’t want animals that could shed all over in the house either. But I wanted a schnauzer and I KNEW they didn’t shed. But there was no persuading dear hubby…until one day when I saw that a local animal shelter was adopting out miniature pot bellied pigs. Being the dutiful wife, I called my hubby at work and told him that since I couldn’t have a dog, I was on my way to get a pig. Within 24 hours I had my schnauzer. Everything is negotiable.
I have always conceded to the rule that doesn’t allow shedding animals in the house. But when we brought little Drake home, we were having a heat wave…106 degrees and up. Here in Eastern Washington we don’t have the humidity, but 106 degrees is still hot by anyone’s standards. So out came the kennel and in came Drake.
To my shock, my hubby has been just fine with the new grand-dog in the house. Hmm…must be the fact that he is a “hunting dog.” Don’t think it has gone unnoticed that over the 14 years I had Abby, he never warmed up to her, yet just last night he was on the floor in the living room playing with this little ball of brown fur. Not that I begrudge the little guy…I give him kudos, really. Who knew? The last 25 years of marriage I have believed that hubby just wasn’t an animal lover…guess I was wrong.
It also hasn’t escaped me that here I am once again with ALL boys in the house. REALLY? Can’t I have a little girl something? Although, I will add quickly, please don’t send me a rodent of any kind, female or not. I am thinking it is time for another Abby-girl. Anyone know where I can find a mini schnauzer? Or for that matter a pot bellied pig?