‘We’ just got a puppy for Christmas. In the last two days I have bent over with a paper towel and wiped or picked up at least 12 different ‘gifts.’ According to my research, I will be doing this for the next 3 months—if I’m lucky.
Now I am not particularly wild about dogs, never have been. Like ‘em from a distance. Up until yesterday, I have never owned a dog AND NEVER BEEN TEMPTED. Nope. Never. Never walked a dog. Never picked up after one. Never took care of a friend’s dog. Over the years, I have actually plugged my ears in the presence of a barking dog, even when the sound was coming from a movie screen.
I was bit by a dog once. Still have the scar. Did I mention that besides their bark, I also loathe their smell, particularly when they are wet? Oh, and I REALLY can’t stand it when they jump up on me and sniff everywhere. Not my idea of a good time.
Broke up with a guy once because I couldn’t stand his dog. Walked away from several apartments over the years because they allowed dogs. Won’t stay in hotels that allow pets. Have moved twice because a neighbor’s dog would not stop barking. Had to sit next to a dog on a plane once and asked to be moved.
Not long ago, I pulled up to a friend’s house and was greeted by their very, loudly barking, BIG dog. I did not get out of the car. Too terrified. So, rolled up the windows. . .and waited. Finally, my friend heard the racket and came to rescue me.
You get the gist. But, did I mention how my daughter’s face lights up whenever she sees this (as of yet unnamed) pup? Or how she rushes to play with it and doesn’t seem to mind cleaning up the messes? Right now I can hear her saying to her little mutt, “Wanna go on an adventure?’ She has put it on a teeny, tiny leash and they are, ‘Going for a walk.’
Granny always told me to, “Never say ‘never.’” That was 40 years ago. If she could see me now running after this four-legged rascal with yet another paper towel in hand, she would just smile that knowing smile. (Helen Hudson is the author of, “Kissing Tomatoes,” a memoir of her grandmother’s descent into Alzheimer’s. http://www.helen-hudson.com).
I know exactly what you mean! My case, I was afraid of dogs, but my sister in NYC had to give her dog away ( a cocker/datschund mix) as her neighbors in adjoining apts. (with young kids) couldn’t stand the dog barking all day until she got home. This was my niece’s dog, so I couldn’t refuse. They flew Cinnamon out here and I swear the dog suddenly realized what the out of doors was all about in the open Montana landscape. She was a tad crazy after years in the city but she took to her new home. Cinnamon loved to swim in lakes and grab rocks and bring them home! She went to my store with me every day and the customers loved her.She died at 8-1/2 being well and truly loved by her second family!