So I spent my romantic Valentines evening watching the Westminster Kennel Club dog show. http://www.westminsterkennelclub.org/ My husband was taking a class. No worries. We went out to lunch, and I personally think there’s way too much pressure for Valentines Day. A card, even a homemade card, is fine and a few truffles, and I think we’re all good.
The truth is I love watching this dog show. I especially enjoy the dogs that aren’t quite so well-behaved. Tonight, we’ve started with the hounds, and the wire-haired dachshund is quite frisky. Plus he has a great wag to his tail. A wagging tail is an awesome thing. Adoration from these furry sweeties can have a huge healing effect on us. That’s scientifically proven, but us dog owners have always known that.
When I was a child, our first dog was a mixed breed – pekingese and cocker spaniel. She gave birth to two litters and was a wonderful, loving pet who was the mama to our second pet, a pekapoo. I know these are unbelievably prissy, but we adored them. These dogs cultivated my interest in pets with lots of hair.
When my husband and I got married, we didn’t consider getting a dog until we owned a home and both our children had been born. Our first dog was a rescued dog, a mixed breed — part cocker, part everything else and she was a wonder dog. We named her Molly and she could catch a frisbee and a tennis ball IN HER MOUTH! She was amazing and we had her for 16 years. I sobbed uncontrollably when we had to put her down.
My daughter went on a mission trip when she was in high school and brought home a gorgeous mixed breed lab puppy. “Charleston” ate our deck and Christmas lights. My daughter went off to college and during one break, she took Charleston for a walk. The dog yanked her out of her shoes. Charleston needed acreage, which we did not have. We put up an advertisement for her through my husband’s company, and two people were begging for her. She now has 6 acres to roam and chases the cat in every night.
During a visit to Florida, I was introduced to a Papillon in a shop and I was reminded of my desire for a prissy dog. I had wanted a prissy dog for a long time, but my husband had nixed the idea. I got my Bijou, a registered Pomeranian. I had to go through an interview with the breeder and sign a form promising that I would not breed her because she was “pet quality” instead of “show quality”. How snooty is that! But I signed it and brought her home and we bonded. Soon enough, she won over my husband and he is now a fool for Bijou.<3 It doesn’t hurt that her poops are the size of mini tootsie rolls. Despite the fact that Bijou weighs a mere 4.5 lbs, when the pizza delivery guy comes to the door, she thinks her name is KILLER!
I hope to have a dog until the day I die…. Pets are one of the treasures of life…
What is your history with pets? Cats are welcome. Do you have a dream breed? Thank goodness for our pets!