Thursday, March 13, 2008
One dog year
Sit Ubu Sit. Good dog.
London, Ontario, February 2008 [Click to embiggen]
A year ago today, we welcomed a 19-pound mess of dirty, matted fur into our house (click here for the first entry, and click here for Act of Dog post category.) Frasier the miniature schnauzer was a rescue dog. He went from a home where he spent most days and nights ignored in a cage to one quite unlike anything he'd ever known in his eight months of life. Suddenly, strange little people were giving him hugs. He was taken for walks. He got to sleep in bed with his human mommy and daddy. He was constantly being played with. He was part of the family.
He's gotten quite used to his charmed life in the 366 days since. He's put a few pounds on his scrawny frame. He's calmed down - a little - but is still that bouncy-nutty puppy we know and love. His sweetness has rubbed off on our kids, who have become his best friends, and who have grown immensely in their own right now that they have a puppy to care for. As I write this, our daughter, Dahlia, is animatedly talking to him as he lies down by my side. The sounds in the room are nothing if not delightfully joyous.
I still have days when I wonder what the hell I'm doing with a dog in the house. He's not the world's greatest listener, he eats things he shouldn't and he makes noise at the most inconvenient times. Yet when he walks up to one of us and flops his head down like Finnigan the sock puppet on the old Mr. Dressup show (not Canadian? Click here) I know that all is right with the world, and it was meant to be that he found us and made us his.
Happy birthday, furry little man.
Your turn: A dog's life + 1. Please discuss.