My current feelings about the dog.
Last Saturday night, I went to pet the dog and noticed that her tags were missing and her collar seemed tighter.
I suspected something.
So I petted her and said goodnight.
When I was trying to go to sleep, thoughts of someone messing with her collar and taking her tags stirred in my head.
And I began to worry that maybe someone would want to take her.
See, there's a lot of construction going on around us & there are a lot of workers around.
Workers that like to walk up to our fence and interact with the dog.
I think they are attracted to her.
And even though she barks like a crazy lady at them, really all she wants is their attention.
And when they give it to her, she swoons.
Every dog person (and I am NOT a dog person) who meets her says, "Oh, she's going to be a good dog."
I say, "Yeah, when."
They say, "Oh, when she's two or three."
So I have hope.
And I have two little boys who say they love her.
And I had weird feelings.
Feelings I will now try to explain.
(Oh, and you need to know that I suffer from a famlilal trate handed down to me from my paternal grandmother called unnatural worry.--AKA--I have a big imagination when it comes to something harming or hurting my family.)
I thought myself into the thought that someone was trying to take our dog and it made me very, very sad.
What could these feelings mean?
When I told my mr, he looked at me like I was a crazy lady.
Am I worried about my kids or do I like the dog?
Oh dear.
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How funny you posted this today. From my cousin's blog yesterday:
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Is it okay to like a dog?
I'm not a dog person. Heck, I'm not even a pet person. But now we own a dog. As Jason would say - a fuzzy little ball of fur with no purpose. Who's going to be alive for the next 12-18 years. And I can't even complain about the chewing and pooping and extra work because then all the people - especially family - who already think we're crazy would give me the "I told you so" lecture. I don't want the "I told you so" lecture. Feeling the need to justify our much-debated decision is bad enough.
But here's the strange part - I'm finding myself - me, a practical thinking, anti-dog person - liking the dang thing! And is it possible I don't even mind the extra work?? My head has been full of debate lately. It goes something like this:
Dang, she's cute.
But she stinks.
She doesn't stink. She just smells like dog food.
Yes, and dog food stinks! Costs money, too.
I'll just give her a bath.
Ah, look at those eyes! And they way she adores me! She's following me again.
Dang thing. I can't even walk in my own kitchen without tripping over a dog. What's a dog doing in my kitchen??
Oh, my. She wants to play. Look how fun it is to watch her chase that plastic egg!
Uh, oh. Am I smiling? I can't be smiling because of a useless animal. Dogs are dumb. I don't like dogs.
Then why are you smiling and laughing?
Me? Smiling at a dog? Who's running in my house?
Nah, couldn't be.
I love that above post and your's. It gives me hope that my non dog person husband will too cave one day.
ReplyDeleteOh... it's love. You may stuff it, but it's there somewhere, buried deep.
ReplyDeleteThis is all very frightening.
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