Buffalo Gal

I know a couple who waited until later in life to have dogs.
They wanted to make sure they were in a good place and fully prepared to meet the myriad and complex needs of a cannine. Once they had tested the waters for a year or so and found themselves to up to the challenge they took on another dog.
Although the dogs are brothers, each has a unique personality and set of needs. I was quite surprised to hear they hired only one over-priced dog sitter to watch their dogs at a recent party. She must have been very, very good.
Today comes the news that the couple is buying a third car, an SUV, for the dogs. Since I know they would have told me if one of their amazing cannine sons had taken up soccer or joined a Gymboree group, I have to assume this is for simple transport.
At this writing, they've narrowed the choice to three luxury models. The final decision will likely come down to which has the best water bowl holders... or perhaps heated seats.
I've always been around dogs. In my single years I dated them almost exclusively. My uncomplicated mind finds the four-legged versions quite uncomplicated. If I provide water, food, exercise and affection, they hang out and do dog things.
We ask very little of each other and it works out well.
Our Lab frankly doesn't seem all that upset that she is forced to ride in my car and does not have her own. There's an extra Corolla in the driveway, but she's never gone for the keys (she IS a retriever).
Truth be told, Smokie prefers to drink out of the toilet bowl and her idea of a perfect evening is to sit on the front porch watching the world go by while savoring second hand smoke from Charlie's cigar. Throw in a couple chewy day old bagels and let her chomp a couple of flies out of the air and she reaches the the highest state of Smokieness. We are very bad parents.
I'm a sure a cannine psychotherapist would find her to be conflicted tangle of issues. That's why we don't hire one.
If ignorance is bliss, we have one happy dog. Poor girl doesn't realize that more privileged pups have masseuses and styling rides.
It's a dog's life. But pat her butt, scratch her ear and she doesn't mind it one little bit.

Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2004-07-09 9:07 AM Going to the dogs in style I know a couple who waited until later in life to have dogs. They wanted to make sure they were in a good place and fully prepared to meet the myriad and complex needs of a cannine. Once they had tested the waters for a year or so and found themselves to up to the challenge they took on another dog. Although the dogs are brothers, each has a unique personality and set of needs. I was quite surprised to hear they hired only one over-priced dog sitter to watch their dogs at a recent party. She must have been very, very good. Today comes the news that the couple is buying a third car, an SUV, for the dogs. Since I know they would have told me if one of their amazing cannine sons had taken up soccer or joined a Gymboree group, I have to assume this is for simple transport. At this writing, they've narrowed the choice to three luxury models. The final decision will likely come down to which has the best water bowl holders... or perhaps heated seats. I've always been around dogs. In my single years I dated them almost exclusively. My uncomplicated mind finds the four-legged versions quite uncomplicated. If I provide water, food, exercise and affection, they hang out and do dog things. We ask very little of each other and it works out well. Our Lab frankly doesn't seem all that upset that she is forced to ride in my car and does not have her own. There's an extra Corolla in the driveway, but she's never gone for the keys (she IS a retriever). Truth be told, Smokie prefers to drink out of the toilet bowl and her idea of a perfect evening is to sit on the front porch watching the world go by while savoring second hand smoke from Charlie's cigar. Throw in a couple chewy day old bagels and let her chomp a couple of flies out of the air and she reaches the the highest state of Smokieness. We are very bad parents. I'm a sure a cannine psychotherapist would find her to be conflicted tangle of issues. That's why we don't hire one. If ignorance is bliss, we have one happy dog. Poor girl doesn't realize that more privileged pups have masseuses and styling rides. It's a dog's life. But pat her butt, scratch her ear and she doesn't mind it one little bit. Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top