The Dogs Purpose

I try not to let things get me too worked up.  I try REALLY hard.  Usually, I am successful.  People say and do things well within their rights and opinions.  Whether I agree with them or not is well within my rights, as well.

Over the weekend, during my 2 a.m.- 5 a.m. "can't get back to sleep" time for the 3rd night out of 4, I found myself reading facebook posts.  A post had been made on a page by the page owner and it follows:

"I always laugh at those people who buy dogs before they have kids and treat them like little people. They always say they won't neglect them when they have kids, but we all know that's almost impossible. If they were smart, they'd wait until after their kids are older to get a dog, when they can really appreciate an animal that loves unconditionally and never talks back."

This is not the post that got me worked up at 3 in the morning.  I would have to probably agree with this page owner, for the most part.  It was this post made by a follower that has just been eating at me all weekend.

"People who treat their dogs like humans have problems, I have a dog and we love him and all that but the main purpose we got him is to be a guard dog and protect us... It cracks me up when ppl sleep with thee dogs meanwhile their someone in the back yard stealing their 3 hundred dollar bike (true story).... Theirs a difference between animals and humans"

First and foremost.  I know it wasn't this follower who did this, but, why, oh why?  Why?  Why?  If you owned a $300 bike, why would you just "leave" it in the backyard to be stolen?  Why?  Did I ask WHY????  If I left something outside, like a lawn mower or my Ipad (which I do frequently because it likes to lay out in the sun), and it was stolen, yes, I would be upset that someone had violated me like that.  However....that is my fault for leaving it out.  Period.  Really, you left a $300 bike in your backyard....WHY? 

Second.  We are ALL different.  There isn't one of us who is the same.  My dogs have never broke my heart, are always happy to see me, make me laugh, make me cry, drive me crazy, get my house dirty, and YES, I let them sleep with me.  But I LOVE them in my own way.  Yes, MY OWN WAY!  There isn't a manual out there to tell you how much you can love someone, something or anything.  Yes, I love my iphone, but it doesn't get to sleep with me.  Why, because that is silly, for me.  However, if someone sleeps with their iphone, that is their choice!

I will say this.  This person did say something that I agree with.  Their is a difference between animals and humans.  Sadly for her, she hasn't learned the reason WHY people let their dogs sleep with them.  She doesn't get it.  She would do well to read my previous post, Paying it Forward, then, she might get it, or at least begin to understand it.

I am not sure why I let this one statement nag at me all weekend.  But it did, and I have now vented.  We all love our dogs differently.  Some, like her, buy them for protection so they can leave their $300 bikes in their backyard instead of securing them at night.  Others, like me, by them for friendship and companionship.  Which, in my opinion, is the better of the two choices.  My dogs protect my Ipad (I was just kidding about leaving it outside, so, don't come looking to steal my tanned Ipad), and my many other treasures, from inside my home, as well as those dastardly rabbits, which are the reason why I wake up at 2 a.m. every morning.   My girls are inside my home because I love them and I want to protect them, just as much as they want to protect me.  They are not just dogs to me!  

  
 

Ruffs and Roller Coasters

Where has the time gone?  It has been over a month since my last post.  December, and November, were kind of busy with work and the holidays.  Gracy is still chugging along, and actually doing well.  We have good days and not so good days.  But as I explained the recent roller coaster to her vet...at least we are on the kiddie rides right now!

I still struggle each day, just trying to figure out her new normal.  Just when I think I get a handle on something, or it seems something has fixed itself (i.e. her getting sick, her eating normal), we have a down day or two and I feel like I am back to square one.  From all of this, I have learned that I must be a control freak (no comments, please).  These roller coasters are driving me crazy!  I can handle any kind of normal, I think.  I am just wanting some sort of consistency!

When I explain our roller coasters to friends, they remark that it is just like having a baby in the infant stage through the toddler stage all in one!  I agree!

I spend most days at home trying to figure out what my Princess and her sister need.  As soon as I get comfy and/or focused on work, t.v., dinner or chores, I am spoken to in "ruffs".  Some are quiet, some are not.  It is her way of telling me that she needs to be tended to.  Whether it is food she needs, water, medicine, to go out, you name it, my day is filled with "ruffs".

I love to eat my dinner in the recliner with a lap desk.  Normally, I push the limit on what I "bring to the table".  Just as soon as I get situated, yep, you guessed it, the Princess needs attending to!  Usually more than once, of course.  Why not stretch it out for all it is worth?  Who needs to eat a hot meal anyway?  They are so overrated!

Complaining I am not.  I am so grateful that I got to spend Christmas with both of my girls.  Watching them dig into their stockings is always fun.  I actually got them a couple of stuffed toys.  They had been banned from the house for a couple of reasons, but, I figured what the heck.  Well, Gracy (a.k.a. Princess) indulged too much on her Christmas goodies, which created a week or more of her getting sick.  This took a couple of weeks for her to really recoup from, and is just now, getting back to some sort of normal!  A lesson learned as to why they were banned from the house.  :-(

As my Princess cuddles up in my lap each night, I notice that her fuzzy face is growing back in.  She is a schnauzer mix, and she has the beard and fuzzy face of one, but loses all of it during her chemo treatments.  I remember not wanting to trim her this spring in fear that it would be the last time I saw it all grown out.  I had wanted to hold on to that moment as long as I could.  I am amazed each night, that after all we went through this past year, that I am watching her hair come back in. 

I am so blessed with the little things.  There are huge things going on in my life right now, but, I am just as happy as a clam.  When I look back on the last couple of years, I can believe that it has been a dog that has grounded me the most.  Amazing, but, then again, she isn't just a dog!