Most of us grew up with a family pet that probably determined our relationships with our animals as adults.
For me, it was Daisy the mutt. My mom adopted her from the pound prior to marrying my daddy. My dad says they met when Daisy tinkled on his shoe at the veterinary office. He was ready to yell at the owner of that dog until he saw a pretty red-head at the end of the leash.
That red-head was my mom. And she is pretty! She and Daisy were dear friends to one another.
Mom said that when she adopted Daisy she was so sick that she spent more than a month at the vet’s office. But she lived a long, good life. She was my parent’s first-born…
I guess that made me her little sister. My parents say that Daisy would sleep by my crib and check on me all the time when I was a baby.
I remember playing with her in our yard, she would let us chase her and pet her and love her. And apparently this photo also shows that Daisy let me pull her hair. She was such a sweet dog. As my girlfriend Susan would say, “She wouldn’t bite a biscuit.”
And my parents loved me just as much as they loved my big sister. Daisy was a part of our family, I have very vivid memories of Daisy in my childhood.
So I guess the relationship I’ve grown into with animals is that they are my family. My husband and I would love to have children (the human kind), but until that happens my canine children make me laugh every day. They let me love them and brighten our days regularly.
I had Nigel before I met my husband. J and I met through an online dating service (cheezy I know…but it worked!). We had talked for a couple of weeks, and I had a really good feeling about this guy. He said, “I wanna pick you up at your house, the ol’ fashion way. If this goes where I hope it goes, I wanna be able to tell my kids that I treated their mom like a lady.” I was a sucker and let him come to my home to pick me up for dinner.
He walked in the house, Nigel barked at him for about 30 seconds, then J kneeled to the floor to let Nigel get to know him. Only after he had calmed my neurotic wiener dog did he finally address me with a hug and kiss on the cheek, “It’s nice to finally meet you in person. You’re even prettier than your pick-churs.” (If you’ve read my blog for any length of time, you’ll know that my husband says pictures very funny).
After our dinner out we walked the dog together. It was a cold December evening in Nashville, and Nigel loved being on a walk with a new person…so he took his sweet time finally doing his business. I apologized for it taking so long and my sweet husband replied (on our 1st date mind you), “It’s alright. This will just be one of them stories we’ll remember years from now that just makes us love Nigel even more.”
I am pretty sure he loved Nigel first, and I just came with the dog. But either way, I guess I owe Nigel a big thank you.
I’m off to get a doggy bone for my little cupid…