Friday, February 26, 2010
Doggonit - An Unexpected Surprise
"No, this is not for you. Eat your own food".
He follows at my heels no matter where I go in the house. I think he is confused as to why I am home. I am clearly disturbing his routine.
" I have a day off, OK? And no, I don't want your bone."
I like animals but I am not what you would describe as a dog person. This little schnauzer of ours was an impromptu addition to our family, bought just months after hubby and I got married. I should add that hubby and Kidlet conspired; we had not discussed getting a dog, but apparently they got sidetracked on what was supposed to be an outing to the arcade. [Hubby lost his beloved dog just weeks before our wedding and it hit him hard. He IS a dog person - thus my nickname for him - Dr. Doolittle.]
I came home from work to Kidlet and hubby fawning over what looked to be a soaking wet rat. I was confused. What trap had they sprung this creature from?
"What is that? Whose is it? Really -- where did it come from?"
Kidlet thrust IT into my hands in quick response. I was speechless. It was November - not ideal weather conditions for late night potty runs. Kidlet rattled off the highlights ... we know you like girls better; she was the cutest one of the litter; she fell in love with us the minute we picked her up; she's non-allergenic, hubby misses his dog .... and so on. IT was a standard, female schnauzer.
"That's fine. You brought her home so she is your responsibility." We agreed on a solid German name with a girlie flair -- IT would be known as Fritizie.
I tried hard not to like the dog. I reminded Kidlet and hubby as often as I could that Fritzie was their pet. But that darn dog worked me good, pulling out the charm and affection to win me over. Behind every door sat Fritizie, sitting up oh so pretty with pleading eyes that begged, "please love me". What's a girl to do? We women folk have to stick together.
It's been over four years now and I have become a reluctant dog person. Fritzie turned out to be a Fritz and a mini - not a standard schanuzer. That's what impromptu pet purchases deliver -- surprises!
So with Kidlet busy with her own interests and the other girls moved out and all grown up, it's just Fritz sleeping on my feet these days. And no matter what kind of day I have had, I can always count on a colossal frenzied, homecoming from this little furball. He may not be well trained (I need the dog whisperer), and he is a whole lot yappy, but I have grown to love this dog with the wise eyes and button nose.
"OK Fritz, TREAT!"
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