Cherish the Dog

No one tells you how quickly dogs age. How one day you wake up and suddenly their face is all white, how their eyes start to seem more milky than yesterday, how you have to call their name a few more times than you used to.

People tell you not to blink when you have children, but what about the dog who was with you before your children were even thought of? The dog who was by your side before you found the love of your life, the dog who jumped from apartment to apartment in your early 20’s. No one tell’s you to cherish every moment you have with them.

Cherish the dog. The one who’s been there through every break up and every dumb fight with your best friend. That dog who slept in bed with you when lonely and made you feel safe when you left home. Cherish him, because one day you’ll take him on a walk and he’ll start to get tired before you and you’ll realize just how many years he has been walking by your side.

Pet Names

As an adoption manager at a local animal shelter, I ‘fostered’ many left behinds.  Cats that were deemed too old.  Dogs that did not play nice with others.  Kittens with no mothers…the list goes on and on.  With that said, our little family consists of two dogs and five cats.

And, just like my childhood, you’ve done something wrong, Ruth Marie Bowley., name..blah, blah, blah, my animals have several ‘nicknames.’

Bogie, Bogart, dickwad, peckerhead, bastard child…100_0541

Mattie, Matilda, Mrs. Sloth, Piglet, Slo Mo.the dogs 1

Pork Chop, Porkie, Diva, Queenie.

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Stella, Stell, Stella Stella Accapala.imageedit_72_8040243744

Polly-Anne, Bitch, Poll Poll, Meanie

Bernie, Bern Master, the Bern, Monster, Stud Muffin

Puff Daddy, P – Did, Puff Pussy, Bae Bae.

To me, these are terms of endearment that generally, have no relevance to what my pet looks like.  I was treated to several ‘strange’ nicknames, as a child.  But I knew they were sometimes given with love.  As is what I hope my animals believe I am offering to them.  Even when they have misbehaved and I’m not happy with them.

Our Time

I watched her today…As I do, everyday.  As I have done for the last twelve years.  At first, a bolt of energy.  A not needed breeze of fresh wind…she glazes the denim on my pants.  She antagonizes her baby brother.  A baby brother…that is now a senior.

Toward the end of wintry mix trail, she, the old brown dog, my best friend, comes to a stutter.  Her gait?  As ancient as mine.  We hobble, side by side, as it is…our time.

The bond with a dog is as lasting as the ties of this earth can ever be. – Konrad Lorenz