Time to face reality
I’m not a dog lover. Just to be clear, I’m not a cat lover either. I’m a horse lover.
Thus, my dilemma. I have dogs, and I know they deserve a better owner.
I got Taco, a blue Chihuahua, in 2004 when he was 2. I got Smirk, a Terrier/Chihuahua mix, in 2009 when she was 1.
Remember when you were in elementary school and learned the song about the old lady who swallowed the fly? It goes something like this: There was an old lady who swallowed a fly. I don’t know why she swallowed the fly; I guess she’ll die. She swallowed a spider to catch the fly; I don’t know why she swallowed the fly …
It goes on until she swallows several things, ultimately a horse, and ends, “She’s dead, of course.”
Well, I got Taco because I bought a horse. I then needed a horse trailer and found one at an auction. I bought the horse trailer from a man who had a dog.
The dog’s name was Blue. I jokingly asked if I could have this “vicious” dog in his front yard.
When he called me to say I could have the dog, he jokingly called the dog Taco.
The name stuck.
After I bought the horse and then the trailer, I bought a truck to haul the trailer. Then, the horse in the trailer and the dog and I in the truck, moved from North Carolina to Georgia.
Taco had been a hybrid dog. By that, I mean he stayed outside during the day and in the house at night. I maintained the schedule, as I’ve never been a dog-in-the-house person.
Remember, I’m not even a dog lover.
Taco hung “near” Animal, my Goldweiler (golden retriever/Rottweiler mix). Animal tolerated Taco but didn’t really like him.
When I moved north, Taco went with me and became an inside dog. Visiting friends showered him with the attention he craved but didn’t get from me. For the four years I lived near the nation’s capital, Taco got attention. I felt so bad that he had to stay at home alone while I went to work that I got him a companion.
Smirk. Initially, she ran away from him as he constantly tried to sniff her. Eventually, they settled down and got along.
Then, I moved back to Georgia, and all that attention the dogs had gotten stopped.
I like the concept of having dogs nearby, but I don’t like petting them. I like watching them run. I like that they greet me when they see me.
I don’t pick them up and rub them. I don’t brush them. I bathe them when they stink.
I do buy them really good dog food and treats they like. I bought them pocket-pillow beds that they can sleep in or on. I bought them heated water bowls and heated mats to lie on.
I keep their shots up to date. Of course, I make sure they have fresh water.
That’s it. That’s the extent of what I do for them.
For all of the warm and fuzzy feelings I get from having them around, I know I don’t return that feeling to them.
My dogs deserve better, so I’ve decided to start looking for a new owner for them.
It’s time to face reality. My dogs need a dog lover.