I have a confession to make. I love dogs. I’ll bet you are thinking, “Nah.” To all my beloved cats, I have to say I loved you all, too, and still love cats. But I love dogs, too. Why do I have to make this confession like I am at Dogs Anonymous?
Here’s the back story:
I had a dog in my life the 12 years of it. She came into my life when I was in the first or second grade. She was my friend. I was never alone at night when being alone is scary for little kids. She was there when we played, when my brothers and I went outside, when I cried as all little kids do. But somehow I lost track of her when I went to college. One time I went home and didn’t even realize she was gone. The guilt I felt when one of my parents called it to my attention stayed with me. So I became a cat person just to honor my dog.
I had another dog among the cats, but he didn’t have my heart. He went to live with a friend of mine in the country and was the happiest he had been since we left the country ourselves. I was glad to see him, but I didn’t really miss him.
Cats take place in my heart
I had cats that I still mourn for when they died. My very favorite lived to be 17 or 18 and I raised her from a kitten. I still can’t talk about her without a feeling of extreme loss. She slept with me and when I turned over, she’s switch sides to stay against my stomach.
Enter the dogs, stage right
But I started getting dogs that I rescued from the streets. One little lady was a gift from my son and his friends. I always felt like she could read my thoughts. She was never far from me, but she wasn’t a cuddly dog. I know now that she probably was, but I didn’t know how to cuddle with her.
Another was a large beagle-ish hound who had boundless energy as a puppy, which was probably why someone threw her out of a moving car. She relished my ex-husband’s shoes and his electric cords. She had to go for a run every morning and evening, she gnawed on various leather bones and still had to outgrow her chewing. She then became the sweetest dog in the world.
Next a min pin and her brother wandered into my yard. She was so cowed that she slid on her belly coming to me when I called. Her brother ran away that first night and she looked for him for days. She still sleeps cuddled up to me every night like my very favorite cat had. But she is a jealous dog who snarls at any other dog who tries to get close to me. She doesn’t like people too close to me either. She’s very possessive, but it’s nice to have such a cuddler. However, it took me a long time to realize how special she was. Most of the time she was just there as expected, very much taken for granted. But I don’t do that any more and haven’t for years. I even taught her to say Ma-ma. She must be close to 9 years old by now.
The dog most written about
My last dog is a schnauzer that I share with my sister. He is two handfuls now although when I first got him, he was smaller than the toy I bought him. He fit in a purse I got to carry him home in when Anica was too sick to come with me to pick him up and he bonded with me. He was supposed to be hers. For a long time he was the bone of contention between us, but finally we have both taken roles of mother. He sometimes sleeps in my bed, but he doesn’t get close because of the gremlin-like min pin. He is the smartest dog I know and like the others, he has my heart.
I’m sure that my first puppy is glad that I still love dogs and is smiling at me from Animal Heaven. What bunch.