Welcome Lucky – A New Member of Our Family
“What Mama Wants, Mama Gets.”
Said by any wise man who seeks marital bliss
Yeah, another dog column.
Those of you who’ve read some of my humor columns know that our dogs loom large in our lives. Presently, we have two old dogs and, apparently, two dogs are simply not enough.
We now have three.
As you can see from the above photo. This is a small dog, and so represents a change in dog-philosophy. Before, when we lived in the country, we wanted critters that were coyote-proof. Smaller animals had the distressing habit of disappearing. Chickens would go missing without only a few stray feathers showing the way to their ultimate and untimely demise. Cats vanished without a trace, and even our beloved small dog, Annie, was last seen yapping frantically at our back door. I really feel guilty about not letting her in, but I felt it would be rewarding bad behavior, so I decided to wait a bit, and it turned out to be a long–indefinite, actually–wait.
In my defense, I didn’t know that our back yard was the cafeteria for Palo Cedro’s nocturnal predators. One we figured that out, we got a dog that was more than a match for even a pack of coyotes–Lucy, the Great Pyrenees and Anatolian Shepherd mix. Sweet, but not bite-sized.
So, as you can see, we have now returned to the world of itty-bitty dogs. Lucky wasted no time in settling into our furniture and planting herself in the middle of our bed last night.
Just like having little kids again. I wonder if we’ll have to hire a sitter and rent a room to get any privacy.
But, hey, mama’s happy, and that’s what counts.
This happened the day before my birthday, and our oldest daughter, Amanda, pointed out that maybe the dog was my birthday present. “Well,” I said, “it’s not the sort of gift I would get myself.” And that’s true. I am not an anti-dog person, but If the kibble-and-bits people had to count on people like me to make their annual sales figures, they’d be in bankruptcy. Karin, on the other hand, spends hours looking at the animals-for-adoption web pages. I once made the comment that she puts more time, thought, and consideration into adopting animals than she gave to her decision to marry me.
She wasn’t particularly amused by this observation, and after a beat or two, said that maybe she’d learned her lesson.
This may have been the moment that I realized that there are some arguments you don’t want to win….
So, welcome Lucky. Remember I sleep on the left side of the bed, and please don’t hog all the covers.
Yeah, what Mama wants, Mama gets.