By My Side

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       It is often said, “A house with a pet is a house full of love”.  I fully agree with this.  I grew up with dogs as a part of our family, and couldn’t and wouldn’t want to imagine living with out one.  My pup is now close to 12 and a half years old, though he definitely doesn’t know it.

It is often said, “A house with a pet is a house full of love”.  I fully agree with this.  I grew up with dogs as a part of our family, and couldn’t and wouldn’t want to imagine living without one.  My pup is now close to 12 and a half years old, though he definitely doesn’t know it.

I remember the first time I saw him.  I had gone with my parents to see some puppies that were at the kennel where they boarded their English Setter.  Rock Maple Kennel in Auburndale, outside of Bridgewater, had been breading labs since the 70’s.  I was a little disappointed when we were told that all the puppies had been picked up, but for one.  He had been spoken for, but the family had not come to pick him up.  Almost as if on cue, around the house trotted this black, gangly, long legged, big eared pup.  My first thought was “Oh my. You look like Dumbo with those huge ears”.  He was 10 weeks and all his other litter mates had been gone for 2 weeks.  I picked him up and snuggled him a bit, breathed in his puppy breath, and that was when I knew he was coming home with me.  I secretly think this was my father’s plan all along.  Now, how to convince my husband?

So, back to Liverpool we go.  Tom, Megan and I were home from Halifax for a visit, and with dad as backup, I started my plea to Tom about why we needed this puppy ( I really meant why I needed it, but thought it would be a better sell if I included everyone).  “He’s all alone”, “The other family doesn’t want him”, “Every little girl needs a dog in her life”, etc.  Well it worked!  My husband always claims I get whatever I want.  The next day, on the way home we stop and pick up our newest edition.

Well, 12 and a half years later, Casey is still a big part of our family.  He grew into his legs and ears, and is rarely far from my side.  He’s terrified of thunder and lightening, and will chew his way through a door, literally, if he’s not in the same room with you when a storm comes.   At times he walks so close to me that he has actually pulled my pj bottoms down by stepping on the bottom of the leg.  He shares MY toast with me in the mornings, LOVES when I blow in his face, but hates to have his nails clipped and will stuff his paw into his mouth so I can’t get them.  Whenever I pull the  vacuum  cleaner out I make sure to vacuum Casey first, or he stands right in front of what I’m trying to clean, and will not budge until he gets his turn.  He loves to play catch!   I”ve even caught him  dropping a ball down the steps, then running down to get it, then back up the steps to do it all over again.  It’s nice to have kids that can entertain themselves!  Backyard camp fires can often be more tiring than relaxing with him around.  First, there is the education of those visiting to watch their drinks.  Because Casey is such a social boy, he HAS to be right there with you.  I’ve lost track of how many glasses he’s spilt and broke.  Another favorite game he plays is to stand just outside of the light from the fire and chuck whatever he can find at your feet.  It’s really kindof funny to watch.  You can’t even see him, and then suddenly something flies out of the dark and lands in front of you.  We often joke that he should have went to work for a logging company.  He will go to the woodpile, drag off a piece of wood and bring it back to the fire.  You’re not getting it though, not until he completely debarks it, which he can do pretty quickly.

These are just some of the antics that my dog does.  He makes me smile, and cry.  His sight isn’t what it used to be.  I can now walk over him in the morning and he doesn’t wake up until I poke him.  I can come into the house and he doesn’t hear me.  I’m glad I love him so much that I can deal with the hair. It sucks that they get old, and limp with arthritis.  Casey, you have filled our house with love, and am grateful that that other family left you for us.

         

 

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “By My Side

  1. Well that made me cry…lovely dog…young man in an old man’s body…some pictures he looks really tired and others he has a puppy face…enjoyed your story…thanks for sharing….

  2. OK Kirsten…..you made me cry….again…..but in a good way, if that doesn’t sound too conflicting. He sure is a beautiful boy. Who wouldn’t love Casey. I have received a couple of those pieces of wood in the shin, at your fire as I recall….he throws wood too….and don’t forget the fact that he will play fetch in the dark, by that fire as long as someone has the power left in their arm too throw!! Pets are the greatest medicine, no matter how bad your day, they can make you smile ! 🙂

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