~ Best Shot Monday – Woof ~

So a couple of years ago I waxed nostalgic about how much I would look back with fondness at the ways in which having a dog would enrich my kid’s memories of their childhood.  I grew up with pets, but they never really felt totally a part of the family.  Maybe it was because they didn’t mind, weren’t the least bit trained or generally embarrassed the living tar out of me whenever we took them to the vet – or worse – when they bolted out of the house and I had to run after them screaming like a banshee!  I did say enrich, right?

Five years ago we became proud puppy parents for the first time.  He’s very much my husband’s dog, and over the years he’s become even that even more so as my patience with his antics grows thin.  I suppose spending much of 2007 and 2008 home with him on maternity leave didn’t help in the way of bonding.  Instead, I was busy keeping him away from the babies, bottles, and burp chunks he licked off the floor – gross, right?

There’s far too many stories I could share about the ever-widening gap between my early affection and more recent annoyance with our four-legged friend.   I suppose we’ll continue to make our peace and perhaps someday we’ll come back around to enjoying one another’s company.  Until then, my Best Shot this week shows how I’ll adjust to life with what looks like two canine companions!

Crunching

Dog Days of Summer

We always knew we’d get a dog.  Sure, we could smuggle a cat into our teeny apartment for a few months, but adding a canine companion to our family was impossible until we owned a home.  We closed on our house a few days shy of our first anniversary, and three short months later, we fought our way through a horrible Michigan winter storm to welcome home our wrinkly Weimaraner pup. 

Xanther

We’ve had our ups,
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downs,

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and in-betweens with this guy.
Good Dog

I always said I wouldn’t be one of those moms who loved their dogs like nothing else…until their kids came along.  It seemed so sad, so cold to dismiss the four-legged friend.  Yet, I too found myself cringing at the sight of dog hair on baby blankets, and his dirty nose nudging the clean toys. 

And I’ll admit there are times that I haven’t completely trusted Xanther, which has caused us to keep a watchful eye on the dog-baby relationship.  Now that they’re both a little older, we’ve let them interact a bit more and it’s been pretty cute to watch them. 

Seeing the wonder in Calder’s eyes as Xanther licks his hand, and hearing his squeals of delight at sloppy wet kisses remind me that he’s not just my dog.  He’s our dog.  Our family dog.  And as much as I might have (possibly will have again soon) thoughts that life would be easier without him around…I know that deep down, I’m a softy for this floppy-eared fella. 

Xanther

Xanther