Friday, December 5, 2008

Deep Thoughts about Dogs

There's something I've learned about dogs. They're sort of like people. It doesn't matter the breed, the personality is individual. People say "This breed is this way, and that breed is that way". Whatever. Case in point:
My sister has a Keeshond (pronounced Kayzhund), Dash:(Pictured with my beautiful niece, Jaiden, at Halloween)

He is mellow, calm, easy and obedient. He had his puppy time, for sure, nipping at the kids and chewing up Barbies and shoes, but outgrew this fairly quickly, was easily trained and is a wonderful companion. Here is MY Keeshond, Sinda:
(In a feeble effort to take a picture of her because she won't be still)
She is only 11 months old, so I'll give her that. But let me give you some photographic evidence of her doings:

The yard hole pictures don't do them justices

My dining table and chairs and my flawless piano bench (not the point)

One of six holes in the walls and my dresser

One of the end tables and the hutch

One of the recliners (now in the garage) and Makenna's coat

Why does she still live here, you ask? Well, because I'm weak. My children, Carter in particular, love her.

She loves them. They're all happy with the chaos and don't understand the seriousness of her crimes. I, too, love her. She's very affectionate. She thinks she's a lap dog and gets in my lap if I sit on the floor. It's too funny. But I'm about at my wits end, I'll admit. It's just never ending. People say to me "Do you have plenty of things for her to chew on?" Well, yeah! (Insert sarcasm) I'm sort of smart sometimes. The problem with that is she goes through those chewy things so fast and it's costing me a fortune. If I buy two big rawhide bones for about $7 it will last about a week. That's about $30 a month. That's a lot, you know. So I have trauma. Sweet Sinda just may kill me.

Then there are the Pomeranians. This is Pippin:
(In the only "grown-up" picture I have of him)
He's my mom's Pom. He's crazy happy all the time. He's bouncy and playful. He throws his toys up and runs. He's just full of life and joy. Then here's My Pom, Rocky:
(Yeah, I know, he's gorgeous)
Now, let me make it clear that I'm not complaining about Rocky. Next to Sinda he's a dream come true. I'm just making a point about different dogs within the same breed being totally different.

So-Rocky is quiet. He's docile, calm, and laid back. He loves to be held and snuggled, but isn't much on playing. Oh, he'll play, but even in his play he's "cool". Sort of like remember in "Grease" when Kenickie and Danny get so excited about a car and they hug and then they pull away really fast, comb their hair and act "cool". That's Rocky.

So, I've concluded that dogs are like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get.

If you made it this far in my novel-bless you, and have a nice day, and may no dog destroy your house or anything in it.


Kate Coveny Hood said...

You've just identified some of the top reasons that I am afraid to get a dog... We had a dog that chewed furniture while I was growing up. Luckily, he didn't destroy anything too valuable - but still!

Cheryl said...

My husband and I agreed early on that pets were not for us. We both had a ton of pets growing up and I think it wore us out. I think we've brainwashed our kids too though because my son was at the pet store in the mall the other day and my husband said "Who wants a puppy for Christmas?". My daughter didn't raise her hand and my son said "Not me, I'll be cleaning up poop all the time." I've always been more of a cat person anyway.

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