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Dog Tale

By Karen Austin

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“Please, Mom. I promise that I’ll feed the dog, walk the dog, bath the dog. Please!”

For the first ten years of my marriage, I stood firm in my “No Dogs Allowed” policy, knowing that the lion’s share of the work would go to me.  My husband (his comment is here)actually cried, explaining that if he knew that I never wanted a dog, he would have “serious reservations” about marrying me.

I knew that he came from a family that loved dogs, but really?

Then I had a seven-year-old son and a four-year-old daughter dogpiling me for a pet.

I relented.

We adopted Pascha, a Golden Retriever-Chow mix that a co-worker was trying to place.  The dog primarily lived in the walk out basement and the fenced back yard (a half acre).  I didn’t really deal with her much.

But four years later she died from a urinary tract infection that crawled up to her kidneys. I felt complicit in her demise because I rarely did more than throw food at her.  I didn’t really want another dog. However, my daughter, who was ten at the time, grieved mightily.  Combining that with my guilt over neglecting Pascha, and I relented. You can click to read more about the setting up a dog franchise business.

“But this is our last dog!” I insisted.

So now we have Bolt, who was a rescued from a young man who grossly neglected him. We think he’s an Indian Spitz.

He came to us at about fifteen months’ old. He had fleas and worms. He was underweight. He hadn’t been spayed. He wasn’t house trained. He was not socialized to be around people since his first owner (a recent high school graduate who had his own studio apartment) left Bolt alone for hours at a time.  The first owner named this dog Chaos, and that about summed things up.

Predictably, I’m the one who does about 90% of the caregiving. I buy the food and treats, dispense the food and treats, buy the dog toys, pick up dog toys, take the dog to the vet, administer flea and worm medicine, bath the dog, brush the dog, arrange for kenneling when we travel, clean up dog fluids off the carpet (pee, poop, vomit), and clean up half-eaten rabbits that the dog drags into the house and now planning to leave it to Ridgeside K9 Summerville Dog Training to be fit and fine.

I am not amused.

I’ve tried chore lists, nagging, yelling, gentle humor, and going on strike.  Nothing compels the other family members to care for the dog or clean up after him.

I admit that at times I’ve fantasized about leaving the front door open.

But after six years with Bolt, I’ve accepted him as a member of the family. Sometimes I actually enjoy his company, given that I work from home.  And he worships me as giver of food, especially when I give him meat. At times I wonder if we will have relationships with our dogs in the afterlife. And will dogs be able to talk then?  If so, I am hoping to ask Bolt to forgive me for the first few years that he joined our family. But my experience as a pet caregiver leads me to believe that he will be very forgiving.

About Karen Austin

After living in UT, HI, CA, VA, DC, WI, WV & KS, Karen now lives in Newburgh, IN with her husband and two children. She's been a BYU writing tutor, an English teacher, technical writer, director of academic support services, and aging studies adjunct. She's reinventing herself--again. New role still pending, but mature athlete, thrift store fashionista, and court jester are strong candidates. She maintains the blog The Generation Above Me.

7 thoughts on “Dog Tale”

  1. I feel for you! I am the lone standout saying "no pets" in my household, knowing I would be doing all the work to care for the animal when I don't like animals! I waver on occasion, but this far maintain my stance!

  2. My niece who is almost 11 has tried so hard to convince her parents that she will be a responsible dog owner. They rent so that makes it hard. She has dreams of playing fetch even. She does get to enjoy dogs at other homes. I grew up with dogs as we raised pure bread German Shepherds. At one time, we had so many that we would qualify for certain reality shows. But we never had a dog that was so much a part of our family as our energetic Doberman. We love when she calms down and can't get enough petting. Sometimes when I put a cover on her, she gives me a look like she can't believe I am being so nice to her. It's like, "Me really , I deserve this?" She is a big girl and when I called about buying her, the man said not to get her if you want a guard dog. Get her if you want a insert big pounds lap dog. So true!

  3. EJ: All my best to you. My experience tells me that the best choices are to be "all in" or "all out." I'm "all in" until this dog goes to doggie heaven, then I'm "all out"!

  4. I believe the dogs I have loved will be the first thing I see in heaven/the resurrection. Sure, Jesus will be there, so He may get to me first, but He will have to use supernal speed to beat my furry friends (I'm only a little joking… I'm mostly serious. Totally. I'm totally serious.)

    Of all the things we're talked into by our loved ones, dogs have been some of the best gifts and tribulations (open door dreams and all!)

  5. Yes, she lives up to her name , Francesca 9/11 Sweetie. Her middle name is given because we brought her into our family on Septmember 11th. I think she is four or five years old.


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