In the span of the last 10 months we've lost two of our beloved pets. Both rescued female golden retrievers, we gave them a good life--but more importantly, they gave us a good life. We entered a new season ready for a puppy. Our daughter and son, now teens, are the perfect age for such an endeavor, but the overachievers we are, we got not one, but two. Now the adoring family to these two fluffy fur coats of love, we first believed that two were easier than one, telling friends who looked at us questioningly, that Henry, the elder, has lost all interest in shoes--now is all about play with his new young sibling. And Clover, the younger, thinks all of life is a play land, bounding from room to room, never time for anything of ours, life consumed by her doggy brother--they have holes to dig, birds to watch, and mischief to make. What could be better? We are sleep deprived, we are doormen for their every whim, we are chefs of dog cuisine, we are the public works department, cleaning up both indoors and out. We are in love. The shoes remain intact. The base on the ottoman has not been so lucky. They are water dogs, ready for a party in the pool any day, at any hour. They wrestle and romp. They tumble and tug. They eat and (finally) they sleep.
There are days they get to be a lot. Days I do not believe two are easier than one. Last week I sent a friend the following, "Surprise! You’re about to get 2 puppies! I’ll give you their flight info soon--and will avoid United so they arrive alive. The little red spitfire likes to play in the bathtub in an inch or two of water, enjoying drying herself on your bedding rather than any offered towels. She also believes she can take running jumps to launch herself into the bathroom sink while you’re attempting to brush your teeth. The slightly older white man has balls the size of softballs and will attempt to steal any and all blankets and towels, wadding them into a ball and humping furiously. The game is enhanced if you will attempt to pick up the item from him and actually hold it while he humps. He too loves water but hates any air movement or slight noise and will let you know by barking at any and everything that you cannot hear or see. Don’t worry though, you’ll be able to tell them apart at their barks. His is a very deep, loud, insistent baritone and hers is a very high pitched, equally loud and demanding voice but glass shattering soprano. She feels comfortable using her bark to demand that the world be hers--and the real party begins when you let the two of them in your pool. They come named but feel free to change their names as they likely won’t respond when called anyway. Congratulations on your new babies!" I was kidding, of course (mostly.)
The last of the puppy shots were wrapped up last week, and on Saturday we finally got to head out on the town. We took them on a lengthy walk on the Greenbelt and rewarded ourselves to lunch on a dog friendly patio. All four humans and both pups together on this sunny spring Scottsdale day, it was perfect. As I sat there enjoying the live music, the pups were lightly sleeping at my feet--I realized this is exactly what I'd hoped for. I get to be owned by animals who see me for me. My good days and my bad. Makeup on or off. Nicely dressed or in pajamas. I'm just theirs. Just like infancy and toddlerhood of our children, the days can be long but these years will be quick--may I remember with fondness this season of puppy antics. And, if you see me out in the world, in true girlfriend fashion, will you just silently remove the dog hair from my clothes as you give me a hug? I'll give you the lint roller. 💗
I'm Angie, a flower enthusiast and, in a past life, an event and wedding coordinator