Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Doggie heaven

Good morning! I haven’t told everyone yet about the new man in my life—Max, the rat terrier.

This is a huge departure for me, an avowed non-animal-cohabitant. But a friend was rescuing a doggie from a relative with mental problems, and it—oops, he—needed a home fast.

And he’s strangely perfect for me in every way. Compact, short hair, frisky, eager to please, intuitive, funnier than all get out. My mom and I just laughed and laughed at his antics all last week. He’s just a hootenanny.

So, tell me, everyone, what can I expect from this new relationship? Any words of wisdom? What’s the spiritual connection? How do you pray for your furry companions? New doggie mommies need to know!

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At 5/08/2007 11:29:00 AM, Anonymous my backyard said...

Max looks adorable!

Give him a hug from me, please.

At 5/08/2007 12:12:00 PM, Anonymous Sandy said...

The "coincidence" of the backward spelling of "dog" has never been lost on me. Further, I've always loved the prayer that goes, "Father, help me to be the person that my dog thinks I am."

Enjoy your new friend, Laura!

At 5/08/2007 12:24:00 PM, Anonymous Emily said...

Scout extends her congratulations. I offer my condolences....

Rat terriers are not dogs. They are very small people in fur coats.

They'll touch you with their loyalty and protection, and half an hour later, they'll infuriate you by picking the worst possible moment to do the most disgusting thing they can think of.

They are, by turns, politically savvy (don't let Max eat table scraps or sleep on the bed until you're sure he understand he is NOT Alpha, because -- like children -- rats are much easier to live with when they understand the rules from the outset), perceptive, opinionated (scroll down for the visual), persistent, messy, and maddening.

They will teach you things, but they usually aren't gentle about it. They can test your patience in ways you never imagined possible, and just when you're ready to drop them off at the pound, they will do something so incredibly sweet, so hysterically funny, or -- more often than not -- so breathtakingly brilliant that you can't do anything but shake your head and love them anyway. (Ask me about the peanut butter jar story and the greyhound racing story sometime.)

I wouldn't wish Scout on my worst enemy ... but I wouldn't trade her for anything, either.

At 5/08/2007 01:23:00 PM, Anonymous chris said...

I am THRILLED that you have a new BFF in your home! Here's what I think -- pets show us what unconditional love feels like...that's gotta be good!

At 5/08/2007 03:44:00 PM, Blogger Laura said...

ohmigosh, that vomit story was about a rattie???? Emily, you're killing me!

At 5/08/2007 04:57:00 PM, Blogger peggylenox said...

How lovely to have a furry friend to share your life with -- or with whom to share your life! We don't have a dog, but have six wonderful cats who bring us much joy. They enrich our lives with all the God-like qualities they express. I can't imagine life without them, even when they do something charming like this morning when one brought us a mole and another a bluejay. Hard to convince the little darlings that a mole is sort of okay, but blue jay isn't! But I love them anyway. peggy

At 5/08/2007 10:46:00 PM, Anonymous Emily said...

Of course the vomit story was about a rattie. Our pack has a very specific division of labor: The collie mix is the demolition coordinator, the greyhound is in charge of airborne hazmat production, and the rat terrier is responsible for all other forms of mischief.

Welcome to the joys of dog ownership. This job ain't for wimps. ;)

At 5/09/2007 11:11:00 AM, Blogger Kim said...

you know how I divide the world: those who have dogs and those who should have dogs.
Welcome to my side of the world. (I have a dog). Friend and blogger Kate once called them "spiritual masters" and I would agree, only until they do something disgusting like roll in compost and then jump up on you.

At 5/09/2007 06:56:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

The comment about not letting the dog think he is ALPHA is spot on. When he's bad - stare at him until he looks away ... and make him sleep in some other room or you'll be the pet and he'll be the owner.

At 5/14/2007 11:27:00 AM, Blogger Donald Hinkle said...

my wife and I (and our kids) have lived with dogs for many years and, now that we're (temporarily) out of a dog we miss having one. Soon to be remedied I'm sure.
Beyond the delightful aspects is the feeling of a deep companionship that doesn't require speech. When you realize that the dog is following you from room to room as you move about doing tasks, for instance.

At 5/14/2007 10:52:00 PM, Blogger Sandi said...

Animals, in your case dogs, are much more intelligent than we give them credit for. What he doesn't understand, he'll accept. He'll ask very little and give you his whole heart in return. His whole purpose in life, he innately knows, is to please you. So be pleased with him.


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