Crazy Dog Lady
A couple of months ago I decided to get a 2nd dog. People kept telling me how great it is to have two dogs with reasoning such as;
- Murphy, (my 5 year-old Labradoodle), would always have company and wouldn’t be lonely while you were at work
- A second dog is so much easier to train because the older dog shows them the ropes
- The dogs become inseparable
None of these have been true.
In fact, when I brought the 5 month-old Aussiedoodle home, (who we named Ozzy), after rescuing him from a puppy mill, Murphy was not pleased. He ignored Ozzy for the first couple of weeks thinking he was an annoying little houseguest who soon would be leaving.
Hoping he could get me to hurry Ozzy's departure along, whenever Ozzy did something bad like chew a table leg or poop on the floor after just coming in from outside, Murphy would look at me with the expression of: “you realize you brought home a stupid dog don’t ya?”
As time passed Murphy realized Ozzy was here to stay. Slowly he began to tolerate him, until the annoying siblings we formed.
Siblings? Yes, they are like two little kids who either are happy to be in each other’s company, or they annoy the hell out of each other. And I in turn, I have become the crazy dog lady who thinks of them as her kids.
Oh not the kind of kids you give birth to and try to figure out which parent they look like. Or wonder where they’ll go to college and end up in life. But the kind of kids who periodically have to be separated to stop them from annoying each other and pissing me off.
A good example is the other day I was taking them to Doggie Day Care – (yes I play to take my dogs to daycare so they can socialize and play with other dogs) – and Murphy and Ozzy were in the back seat playing the doggie version of “Will You Stop Touching Me.” One always wanted where the other was standing. Then they’d spot another dog outside the car and go crazy barking. Two miles into this joyful ride I found myself screaming; “Do you want me to pull this car over.” Right then and there it was confirmed, I am the crazy dog lady.
I baby them – equally – by them special treats and talk to them like they understand what I’m saying. Sometimes I catch expressions on their faces that I’m just sure means they’re thinking; “look how stupid we can make her.”
And then there are times like right now where were all quietly sitting on the deck listening to the evening sounds…..until they hear a tree branch creak from a squirrel and they start barking like crazy.
I love my kids.