Thursday, January 19, 2012

Writer's Worskhop: These are the Dogs of Our Lives

Pardon the Pun, I couldn't help myself.

I do not like dogs.  I make no *bones* about this.  I'll take my cat over a dog any day.  That said, while as an adult, I've never owned one, I have had many a few in my life over the years.

Dutchess
Tiller



Charlie 
Mollie

Mo

Charlie was our first dog. We got him on a whim one day, when I was 8.  My aunt called looking for someone to "rescue" her boss's dog, because his family had moved and couldn't keep him.  We had no plans to get a dog, but my dad had had a Cocker Spaniel as a kid and when my mom turned from the phone and said, "Honey, do you think Ray ~the friend my aunt though might take the dog~ would take a Cocker Spaniel puppy?"

My dad turned on the couch and said, "Nope, but we will!" Just like that.

I remember it clear as day.

My sister and I were in shock, as was my mom.

By the end of the day, we had a dog.

Turns out that maybe the reason they needed to get rid of the dog was because they didn't like it and maybe my aunt's boss was abusing the dog... poor thing wasn't even paper trained.

There was no love lost between Charlie and me, but my mom was attached .   Even my dad, the one who wanted him to begin with, ended up "tolerating" him more than loving him. In the meantime, he became the son my mother never had.  Charlie had some major issues he never did overcome. Plus, my mom is a dismal failure at dog training and discipline. Charlie lived a good 13 years, before developing congestive heart failure.

One day, my mom left to take him to the vet to drain the fluid from his heart to keep him comfortable. My sister was away at college. I, too, was in college, but lived at home.  My dad and I both happened to be in the Family Room when my mom burst into the house, slamming the back door off the wall, hysterically crying.

A lot of  "What happened?" "He didn't make it?" and "He just fell overs!" ensued as we met in the middle of the room for a family hug, which at the time, before my dad's own father passed away, was very rare in itself. 

As we stood huddled and patting my mom in comfort, my dad, stated firmly, "So you left him there," a safe assumption when one's pet collapses on the table during an exam at the vet's office.

"He's on the deck!" my mother exclaimed through her tears.

My dad reeled backwards with his hands up in the air and asked incredulously, "You brought him home?"

And so he went and got a shovel and I stood there with him while he dug the hole and muttered, "I can't believe she brought the darn ~not his word~ thing home! Who the heck ~also not his word~ brings dog home when it dies at the vet?  You are supposed to leave it there!"

It still makes me giggle!




Mama’s Losin’ It


*This post was written as part of Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop: List the names of five dogs from your lifetime.  Write about why one sparks a stronger memory to you than the others. (inspired by Writing Fix)*

8 comments:

StardustSavannah said...

OK- so you know I had to come read this one...

I know you dont care for dogs, and I do-
But WOW- your Dad must be a GREAT guy, lol.

Have a wonderful weekend!
Tracy

Diane said...

Well, you know I love my dogs and this one hit home with me because I lost my Dachshund, Dixie, after 14 years to congestive heart failure in September of '09. She collapsed like that on the front steps once and I actually gave her cpr and brought her back for awhile. (yes, seriously!) But she died a few weeks later. It was extremely traumatic for me and I did bring her home and bury her right beside my other Dachshund, Dexter, who died five years earlier.

Slamdunk said...

Now that is a pet memory. Unfortunately, you'll now get 50 comments to read that involve folks telling their love-for-dog stories.

I am a dog guy (especially big dogs), but the Mrs. just tolerates them.

SUPAHMAMA! said...

I'm tolerant, not a lover, just tolerant. Even though I'm not smitten with dogs, I know I would be just like your Mom and bring the dog home to bury him. I have a soft spot for living things, even if I don't necessarily love them.

Great post. :)

Arnebya said...

OK I have to admit I'm giggling at your dad's response to your mom bringing Charlie home, but...I think I'd have done the same. I'm not sure. How'd she get him on the deck? OK now I'm really intrigued (and still giggling).

Tiffany said...

I loved this. I did the same prompt. I can relate to bringing home the dog. I have my two dachshunds buried in my back yard. I did not have the heart to look at either of them once they came home from the vet. My vet was kind enough to wrap them in a towel and put them in a box. :(
My very first cat has her own handmade cross. She's at my parents house.

Ginger said...

I probably would have done the same thing as your mom, but I have to admit, your dad's response did make me giggle!

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