We've had some dog issues of late with our aging, but quite lovely, pooch Maddie. It's enough to make me want to pull my hair out after I chase after not two, but three mess-making children around here! We got the good word last Saturday that her kidneys are o.k. (whew!), so all seems well on that front.
Last night we had dinner with my friend Ellie, who has just become the proud owner of a cockapoo puppy. As she followed the puppy and raced it outside to potty and cleaned up its messes, she told me she realized that it really was like having a child. Here she is going through the potty training process again, yet finding herself totally enamored with this furry little friend. You know she's crossed over into dog-lover territory when she mentioned her desire to kennel the puppy during vacation with a place that will truly love and care for her dog.
So, here I am this afternoon, racing home from work in a mad dash to get my poor, somewhat anxious dog out of the pouring rain. (Who knew it was going to rain today? Not I, and I get the weather by text message every morning! I guess it helps to read it.) I got home to find a very wet, very muddy Maddie waiting by the door. You know the drill-- I rush her into the bathroom, trying to minimze collateral damage, and give her a bath all while wearing my sexy new wedge sandals. Nice.
It's then that I realize, Maddie is truly like having a child. I know you skeptics and dog-haters out there are thinking, "Don't compare your dog to my child!" and I've heard that before. But as I'm scouring the tub and cleaning the mud off the floors and trying to salvage the new rug, I'm thinking that this is the same thing I do for the kiddos every day. I'm constantly loving on them, caring for them, washing them, keeping them warm-- all the good parts of parenting. Yet at the same time, I'm gritting my teeth and scrubbing the mud or crayon off of the bathroom tile, putting in another load of laundry, and thinking how much cleaner and easier life would be in general without all of the mess-makers.
I wouldn't offer my heart to my dog were she in need of transplant, or jump in front of a moving vehicle for her like I would my own children, but a lot of the feelings are the same. Maddie is a part of my family, take it or leave it, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
