This critter has me wrapped around his little finger.
November 11th, 2009 by Sherry
Man’s best friend has nothing on me.
I am not this dog’s owner. He is mine.
The level of spoiled that this dog is, measures off the charts. It’s ridiculous. Truly.
When Peas was born, his fate was to mend the broken hearts of a family who lost their beloved puppy. I’m not entirely sure, but I’d say that he lucked out. There isn’t another pup more loved, more tolerated, more spoiled rotten, than Peas is.
I ignored the opinions of a few when I picked Peas up, that said that I was moving too quickly. I tolerated advice that I shouldn’t be getting one puppy to replace another. I knew in my heart that I needed to heal, and that I couldn’t on my own.
Peas has been with us less than four months. In that time, I have become painfully aware of how much I miss Ty, how guilty I still feel for letting him go (even though I had no choice) and how I somehow feel that I failed him.
Peas fell off the front step today, and onto his right front shoulder. When he got up, he was limping on three legs. I felt like I was going to throw up. I couldn’t imagine taking him to the emergency clinic. I couldn’t imagine my tiny Peas in pain and needing surgery or medical care. He didn’t yelp and, although he wouldn’t go down the remainder of the stairs for a while, eventually he did. He walked it off. I watched him come in, bounce back, wrestle with Jojo, and I watched like a hawk, waiting for some sign that he was still hurt, even though I knew he wasn’t. But I wouldn’t fail him.
And this is how I’ve become, since that fateful day in late June. I’m paranoid. I worry. I freak out over the tiniest thing. I practically treat Peas like he’s a human being.
Peas has become my mid life crisis, clock ticking, embryos are drying, final chance at Motherhood. My God, how pathetic is that??
I know, I’d check myself in voluntarily if I didn’t think that they’d kick me out when they found out that I was actually sane, if not a teeny bit deranged.
But hey, look at this way…..I won’t have to worry about raising another teenager when I’m 50. I don’t have to save to send Peas to University. The cops won’t be showing up at my door because Peas was arrested…and even if they did, I could just shove him in his crate, tell him he’s a bad boy and let him out when he promises to behave.
Can you do that with your toddler? I think not.
Disclaimer: The opinions in this post are expressed mainly because I’m in a mood, and not really because I’m batshit insane. But don’t turn your back on the crazy dog lady.
- Posted in Putting the "Sher" in dipity
A crazy dog lady is better than a crazy cat lady any day.
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I don’t think you are batshit insane. I was just thinking about how much I love my cat last night.
(ahem, despite the crazy cat lady comment up there!)
i totally put finn in her cage when she’s acting up. is that bad?
KIDDING KIDDING KIDDING
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I just love the name Peas. Also your points about putting your new charge into his crate for a time out and not having to worry about the cops calling to report his arrest make him look better than a teenager any day of the week.(from a mother of many teenagers).
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we are an animal-having family. two dogs/two cats. last december when MY cat died i was devastated (although he was 17) and couldn’t imagine another animal crawling deeply into my heart, though i love the four animals we have. since then the girl’s cat has become more mine, but for some reason i have this tiny part of me that yearns for a little bitty dog. i’ve told my family absolutely no more animals–4 is plenty. and that years from now i will get a little dog. but, i still think about it. a lot.
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After what you went through, I think you’d be batshit *not* to freak out about things like that. Even after having a pet put down for a normal reason I hate going back there, never mind if something horrid had happened. After my nephew was killed, I freaked about my kids for months. The dogs are like children, so it only makes sense that you’ll be hypersensitive to things. You’ve lived through a horrific event, and only a freak would go on with no effects whatsoever.
We got Delilah a week after we had Tyler put to sleep. I was researching her before he was even gone. It helped me not to obsess over the fact that he was dying, and to embrace life and happiness even in the middle of sadness. Sometimes it’s right, and sometimes it’s not. If you didn’t have Peas, you would probably be even worse, because you would tend to think only of the awful things. With Peas, not only do you have the joy of him, but also I imagine he reminds you of the happy things that Ty used to do, helping you to think of his life, and not just what was done to him, and all of you.
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