Saturday, May 22, 2010

The Dog (part 4)

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.


  1. How funny you posted this today. From my cousin's blog yesterday:
    Friday, May 21, 2010
    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.

  2. I love that above post and your's. It gives me hope that my non dog person husband will too cave one day.

  3. Me (The Crazy Writer Girl)May 22, 2010 at 3:33 PM

    Oh... it's love. You may stuff it, but it's there somewhere, buried deep.

  4. This is all very frightening.


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