I’m not a dog person. That doesn’t mean I don’t like dogs. They are probably better off not left in my care though. I’d forget to feed, walk, nurture, and entertain them. Then I’d be picked up for pet neglect. And where would H be then? Visiting me in The Big House. What a way to spend his retirement years! Yep, they should stay where they are with other people.
We had dogs when we were growing up. And my kids – except for Andrew – had dogs while they were growing up. Maybe that is why he thinks we need a dog now. Not for us really, but for him. Not that he comes home too often. We will be the pet sitters, I fear, until he is done with his college career. One time, recently, I almost got a dog, thanks to Andrew. Read about that escapade here.
When the girls were in elementary school we had a dog named Tasha. She came to us with the name. She was already used to it so we left it at that. If I did have a dog to name I would not choose ‘Tasha’. She was a mixed breed and a big puppy, being part German Shepard. The other part may have been Mexican Jumping Bean. She loved to jump. On people. Mainly on kids. “She’s only playing with you.” You tell that to three elementary age girls and that boat might not float.
In the mornings when they saw the school bus coming down the driveway and stop (we lived in the country) they would make a beeline for those open doors, long hair flying out behind them, trying to outrun Tasha before she attacked. Tasha always managed to snag one of them, pulling out strands of hair, and usually resulting in knocking her silly. With her tail wagging in the afternoons as the bus dropped them off, it was the same tune all over again. She was so happy to see them.
I finally came up with an ingenious idea. The girls would stand at the front door waiting for the bus in the mornings and as soon as the bus doors opened, I would head out the side door with an enticing – if you can call dog food enticing – bowl of breakfast for Tasha, calling for her to come eat. When she had to choose between jumping and eating, she chose eating. In the afternoons as I spotted the bus, Tasha ate again. She was a well fed dog.
I think we gave her to a neighbor before she actually grew out of that puppy stage. It was her or the girls and I chose the girls.