When I had my first son, people asked one of two questions: “Are you going to try again for a girl?” and/or “When will you get him a dog?” I did not grow up with a dog unless you count the brief period of time that my brother had a beagle in the back yard. His name was Buddy. At that time, as a young girl, I dreamed of Buddy and I being buddies. We were not. He drug me through the mud one day when I tried to take him for a walk. I should have known from this experience that dogs were not for me.
Fast forward from the first son to two sons later. Guess what two questions everyone still asked? Yep…”Are you going to try again for a girl?” and/or “When will you get them a dog?” Where we lived before was located on a busy street. Our neighbor behind us at that time went through 5 dogs in about 6 years. We were not interested in that. However, when we moved into our current house, it came with a fence and a green space…so, it seemed like the perfect time.
When we first moved in, Fred and I discussed getting a dog sometime down the road (as in several months/years/decades down the road), but one day I was attending a car wash/fundraiser in the parking lot of a pet store. I noticed there were a lot of dogs in the parking lot. I walked over to see what was going on, and this happened…
Yep, calls were made. Promises were given. And the next things I knew, in a moment of sheer delusion, we became dog owners. We named the dog, “Dash” because he was to be my running partner. I cannot begin to tell you the list of things this dog has eaten: 4 pairs of my shoes (I, unlike most women, don’t have that many shoes.), 3 comforters (One of which he literally ate a portion of.), an antique toy chest (not the entire thing, but an edge), countless Legos and toys, a computer cord and the shoestrings from two pairs of Sperry loafers. I was ready to kick him to the curb. The boys pleaded with me not to do it…so I didn’t.
Since those early days, I have discovered that the secret to Dash the dog is that he just has to be worn out. He and I run together now (By running, I really mean jogging. He never runs more than 3 miles right now.) I’ve discovered that, when we run, Dash the Dog doesn’t get into nearly as much mischief, and we get along a lot better. He really lives up to his name. You’ll be hearing a lot about him.
As for the two questions everyone asked me after I had each boy…I’ve taken care of one of the two. The other question will have to be a no. A big no. One out of two isn’t so bad, right?!?