They say confession is good for the soul. I’m one of those married guys who still finds it hard to say no. Hey, when it’s love at first sight, what can you do? Just the other morning I woke up with a girl’s head on my pillow who was not my wife. Moments later, my wife caught me being kissed by that same girl. Well, it’s out in the open now so you might as well know.
I’m a push-over for dogs.
I’ve always been a dog lover and have had dogs from childhood on. Their unconditional love and happy, carefree demeanor is something to which I’ve always aspired. And since I don’t always succeed on my own, the next best thing is to have it around me. These two, named Sadie and Bella, are the current version of canines who are satisfying my need to be loved.
My understanding wife, who sometimes gets short shrift because of my attention to the dogs, is good-natured enough to be able to laugh about it. She kindly reminded me of this the other day when she said; “you realize you kiss the dogs before me when you return home don’t you?”
Anyway, the latest chapter of my preposterous short-coming is unfolding as I write this. Our youngest granddaughter wanted to adopt a puppy a several weeks ago. Knowing they had a trip to California for a wedding coming up, and knowing what a soft touch her dad was, my daughter gently suggested that they didn’t have anyone they trusted to leave the puppy with if they got it before the trip. My granddaughter was crest-fallen. I won’t insult your intelligence by explaining how that turned out.
So now that we have three dogs, including one that isn’t house-trained, chaos reigns on a daily basis around here. His attack and retreat tactics with the other dogs makes it sound more like a kennel. Between avoiding land mines and miniature lakes scattered around the house and keeping Winston, as he is known, from totally renovating the place, there are quite a few Prozac moments at the Hood domicile. In fact, my wife has given Winston an Indian name – “Many Pee Poos.”
But I appeal to your sense of sympathy and support; could you have said no to this?
In this short time, Winston and I have bonded. He’s always at my feet and goes with me to whatever room I need to be in. And yes, that includes the bathroom. He gazes intently into my eyes, as if to say “I love you, please play with me.” He prevails.
In a few days, when they return from their trip, I’ll be taking Winston back to his owners. The house will get back to normal and the usage of paper towels and tissues will go back to their previous levels. It will be a no-stress zone again.
But I’ll cry.
Aw, Winston is adorable, Al! I totally understand how quickly one can lose their heart to a furry pal. Patty needs to beat the dogs to the door if she wants the first kiss! 😉
Excellent idea, Patti. I’ll buy her some new running shoes!
I know what you were thinking, Al. Many Wee Poos is adorable and you can never have too many adorable pooches around to make you feel as if you are The Most Special Personal Alive.
Fozzie cuddles with me in bed after Phil gets up to go to work. I know he’s jealous, but I just can’t push the little guy away. Am I an awful person? If I am, maybe we should start a support group.
Well who could say no to a face like that? Certainly not me! There is just something about dogs, eh?. I’ve had many over the years and each one holds a special place in my heart. They do indeed bring out the better instincts in people. Well, except during the house training phase, then they bring out lots of cuss words….;)
I remember it well… Just this time last year I was crawling out of bed at 4.30am to show Woodrow how to go downstairs & out the (large) cat flap… into the garden so peter didn’t have to wake me up half an hour later as he trod in ‘something’ yet again!
It was worth it in the end!
I can now squeeze out the cat flap at any time of the day or night in under 35 seconds!
Congratulations. You are now free to burglarize any house with a cat/dog flap.
It has to be a ‘large cat flap’ or ‘small dog flap’. I can’t fit through the standard ones yet…..
If. It isn’t, it oughta be.
Many Pee Poos is a doll. Now that’s what I need. Glad to see you finally owned up to you addiction and the love triangle at your house. I always suspected you were into polycaninery.
If that’s really a word I’m guilty!
It’s no wonder our dogs get such love. No rolling their eyes, no telling us what to do, no arguing. Nothin’ but love! You old softy, you!💛
Softie? I wish. I’m total mush when it comes to pups!
You & me both Al!
AND this is one of the reasons you are one of our favorites, Big Al……don’t ever change. Winston US irresistable, we agree…….
Just another reason to visit Cville, as if I needed one!
These are adorable. My mama used to say that all babies are cute…even baby pigs. (Well, okay, if you say so, Mom.) Good luck not spoiling these cuties.
I was just thinking that the other day. I’ll bet even baby Tyrannosaurs were cuddly….for a few seconds!
How I do relate to this – your love of dogs. Me. too! Me too! And your pack, including Winston make me want to smile and wish for a puppy of my own.
We are a cursed lot are we not? Little self control when it comes to those furry critters. But if you have to be cursed, this is the way to go! (Just between you and me, I think there’s a special place in heaven for dog lovers.)
I’m an animal lover with a strong bias towards cats, but even I can’t resist a puppy or an adorable and pleading dog face of any kind. I do find that after I’ve been dog-sitting pretty much every pocket of every piece of clothing is filled with dog treats and plastic poop bags.
Right on. Sometimes we forget about the treats in our pockets and next thing one of the dogs is dragging our pants around the house trying to get them.
I hear ya! We are servants to the granddog we inherit when her family goes on vacation. She has us well trained now!
I consider this my great-granddog since he technically belongs to my granddaughter….but you know how that goes.
These little puppies have a way to steal your heart. Trouble is they never quite let go.
Right you are Marie. My heart is pretty crowded already with all the sweet memories of past pets, but there’s always room for more!
Al, you old marshmallow. I see what you mean about the adorable puppy, though. Who could resist?
Peg, you’ve seen through this gruff old exterior before, so I knew you’d understand. However, if he doesn’t quit messing up my wife’s floors soon though, I’ll be a toasted marshmallow!
Love it and know exactly how easily falling in love the “canine ‘kind is. My neighbors just adopted a white boxer from a local shelter. One look and one kiss later I was in love.
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Absolutely, Carolyn. I wish I could adopt every dog I see. I do in my heart.
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Jon, after that disclaimer, I’m afraid to respond, but thanks for visiting.
What a cutie, who can resist a puppy. And puppy breath, don’t get me started on puppy breath.
Yes, that puppy smell is intoxicating. He is a playful delight when he’s not getting in trouble.
I’ll help look after Winston, please, please can I? Pretty please? How do your ‘girls’ manage with your attention being divided by this beautiful visitor? Xx
I will let them know they can ship him over if they ever get tired of him!
The girls were perturbed at first, but now they have taken to him. They don’t realize it yet but they will miss him. At least they’ll get visits occasionally.
Is he a Westie? Xx