I’ve never been that crazy about dogs. But you’d never know this by listening to my parents run through the seemingly endless list of pets my brothers and I had growing up . I don’t remember what happened to most of them, so clearly I wasn’t attached enough to have traumatic memories of their demises. While I have an appreciation for cute little critters, for most of my life I could say that I’d never been head over heels in love with something furry (I could make a joke here about my husband’s back, but…..whoopsie, I guess I just did!).
When Jason and I decided to get a puppy together at about the time we were engaged, my “dog hating” streak ended. Scout, a black and white Springer Spaniel, was the cutest little thing you’ve ever seen but we learned quickly how hard it is to train a puppy. In fact, our puppy experience was more like training for the impending trials of marriage and parenthood. We joke that our marriage preparation course was administered by a 50 pound slobbering baby.
Scout was difficult from the beginning. He scaled the puppy gate, ate Christmas bulbs like candy, and bloodied his paws trying to claw his way out of his kennel. But he was ours and we loved him.
We had Scout for 9 years, during which we welcomed a new home and two new babies. He played with the kids and delighted in daily runs with Jason. Even though he was annoying at times and added a lot of “stink” to our lives, he was a beautiful and loving dog. When he started having seizures and eventually passed away 2 summers ago, Jason and I realized how tied he was to virtually all of our early marriage and new parent memories.
Once we got over the loss, however, we quickly began enjoying the freedom of not having a dog in the house. If we were gone for 15 hours straight, who cares? There were no doggy considerations or repercussions. Frankly, it was great. Continue reading Hot Diggity Dog, It’s Time For Some New Year’s Resolutions