I’ve been puppy sitting for my son and his fiancé. Their puppy, Catalina D’Augenbroe (a.k.a Lina) is a high energy Australian Shepard. She began keeping in touch with them a few days into her stay. Please excuse the typos. She is, after all, a dog.
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Hello. My name is Lulu. I am a dog. Welcome to my world.
I live in a house. With a yard. With two humans. They are mommy human and daddy human. They are my family. They love me.
Even dogs with families who love them have bad days. This story is meant to remind you it is always possible to find something to make you happy. Even on the bad days.
Recently I had a bad day when mommy human took me to The Vet. The car ride to The Vet always makes me anxious. I do not like The Vet. This time they shaved a little patch of fur off one of my legs so they could stick a needle under my skin. Before I knew it I fell asleep and when I woke up my mouth hurt so bad I thought I would never want to eat again. This is a very big deal because as far as I can remember I have never not wanted to eat. The next time one of my humans takes me to The Vet, I will not to get out of the car. I will fight as hard as I can to stay put, but if they somehow get me out, I will not fall asleep. Bad things happen when you fall asleep at The Vet.
Today may seem like just another ordinary day, but it’s not. Today is National Hug Your Cat Day. Seriously, I looked it up to see if it’s legit and it is, but I can’t help wondering. Do the cats know about this? I don’t have a cat (my husband is fiercely allergic) so I don’t know much about them, but it seems to me cats generally are not the hugging types. I suppose that’s why cat people need an official holiday on which to force their pets to hug them.
The world is divided into two categories of people: cat people and dog people. That’s not to say if you like cats you can’t like dogs and vice-versa, but people typically fall into one camp or the other.
This is the tail tale of Lulu’s Ballroom Adventure. Shortly after Lulu wedged herself my heart (which was about a minute after she came to live with us) my husband (let’s call him The Dancing Doc) and I (a.k.a. The Dancing Housewife) danced in a local one day ballroom competition. [RELATED POST: The Story of the Dancing Housewife and the Dancing Doc]
As luck would have it the competition was being held in a pet friendly hotel so rather than torturing some poor unsuspecting dog sitter (Lulu suffers from separation anxiety…more on this later) for an entire weekend, we threw caution to the wind and decided to bring her with us.
Until last Sunday, when my husband and I adopted six-month-old Lulu, it had been more than three years since I’d walked a dog in my neighborhood [RELATED POST: Ode to My Dog, Pudge]. Back then my neighbors picked up their dogs’ poop. Sure, you’d occasionally come across an abandoned pile of fly-infested poop sizzling in the summer sun while out for a stroll with your pooch, but for the most part, people had an ounce of civic pride and respected their neighbors enough to clean up after their best friends. That’s why I’m shocked at the current pooper scooper habits – or lack thereof – of what appears to be an increased number of dog owners in my community.