I don’t get out much. I am a self-employed photographer in the middle of the slow season with a husband on the road. This means I rarely leave the house. In here, it’s just me and the dogs.
I adore my dogs. They are everything this hermit girl needs: they get me outside, they make me laugh, they snuggle me while I sleep (and simultaneously keep me warm), they love on me, and they give me someone to love on.
A lot of people say getting a dog is like practicing to have children. I don’t know if it’s that adage or my desire to learn as much as I can out of everything but I’ve learned a lot from these two kiddos.
Nothing else on Earth loves as unconditionally as a dog.
My dogs’ life goal is to love me. Oh, and to eat, sleep, and pee on the whole world. But the loving part really is their primary goal when they aren’t hungry or crossing their legs. I don’t know how else to explain it… I am their whole world. As I work at my desk all day long, I get visits from each of them, just to say hi and snuggle for a minute. Every time I leave the house without them they act as if I’m never coming back. Every time I come home it’s the best day of their life. To be loved like this brings warmth and life to my bones.
Even if they SOOOOO deserve to be yelled at it doesn’t do either of us any good.
When we first got Haley, and for about a year after that, she developed a terrible habit of pooping in the same corner of our living room several times a week. A couple of times I was beside myself with fury. One time in particular I really boiled over. She’d pooped in that corner one too many times and was busy looking pathetic about it when I got home. I started shouting things like… “If you’re so ashamed maybe you shouldn’t do it!” “Do you even love me at all!” “Haley you’re so dumb!” Then I got an idea. It was raining outside. Haley hates the rain. I put Haley on her leash. I put my shoes on. I dragged Haley through the rain. I made it just past the end of the driveway when I paused and looked at her. She wore the most pitiful expression I’ve ever seen on a dog and my heart warmed with compassion. I brought her straight inside after that. In fact, we ran in. To repair her sadness, I shot loving words her way and soon she was joyfully skipping beside me.
I love that Haley is so sensitive. Josh and I had far from mastered arguing well when we got her and she became the reason we learned sooner rather than later. If he and I so much as raise our voices Haley runs out of the room and shivers in a corner until we stop the anger and snuggle her. She has also taught me to be gentle and kind to her and others, no matter how wronged I feel.
Sam angers me like that rainy day with Haley on a weekly basis. He’s a charming little bugger, but I now figure that the more charming you are the more evil you are as well. He’s simply obstinate. With Sam I tried everything. I tried kindly dealing with him like I do Haley, I tried shaking him by the scruff, I’ve pinned him to the floor and glared in his eyes until he went limp and looked away, and I’ve gone completely bonkers on the fur ball. I’ve learned that if Sam does something wrong I have to tell him to sit. If I make to grab him before that or tell him to come he runs and hides. And I’ve learned that if I want Sam to come, just in general, I have to crouch down and open my arms to him… then I can call him over – I have to do this about half the time, sometimes he actually does listen with a simple “come” command. I’ve learned these two things, for the naughty and the coming, almost daily.
I love that Sam is such a goofball, even if it means obstinate behavior on occasion. Sam makes me laugh more than anything else in my life. He even makes me laugh when I’m trying to discipline him. I’ve learned a lot about patience with Sam and because of that I’ve learned how to be more patient with people and life in general. With Sam I’ve learned that no matter how angry he makes me I can’t possibly teach him a lesson until I’ve calmed down enough to get him to stay put – this means I’ve learned how to cool my anger quickly and discipline with my brain instead of my emotions. Because of this I’ve learned how to be a better punching bag for Josh in times when he’s outraged and to not take it personally. After all, everyone needs to vent sometimes and it certainly doesn’t help if it becomes an argument because the ventee gets defensive and vocal.
Laughter is good for the soul.
Haley makes me laugh. Sam makes me laugh more. Sam even makes me laugh at Haley more. It’s hard to stay mad at Haley because she gets so pathetic looking about it. It’s hard to stay mad at Sam because the way he reacts to my anger makes me laugh. It’s hard to stay mad at the world with Haley’s pretty and knowing face sympathizing with me and Sam’s fluffy and blank face provoking me to laugh. Fact is, if you laugh you can’t be mad. Laughter chases the anger out of the heart.
The best parenting happens when both parents are on the same page.
When Josh and I adopted Haley she was a mess of issues stemming from abandonment. We had her home for a couple of weeks when I noticed Josh was whistling for Haley different from me. I thought that would be too much newness for our emotionally disheveled dog so we agreed on one whistle to use to call her. That was our first parenting lesson on “mommy and daddy are a team.” Since then we’ve agreed on discipline styles for every circumstance so that we both treat her the same way. This way, no one is the bad guy.
Every kid is so unique in the way they need to receive love.
If you can’t tell already, my dogs have a lot of personality! I understood Haley right from the beginning. I suppose that means she’s more like me than Sam is. And on the other hand, Sam is still a daily learning experience but I’ve actually come to welcome it. Since the main lesson he teaches me is patience and kindness I suppose those are the areas I’m severely lacking. So thank God for Sam.
Thanks for reading my puppy love life lessons! Maybe I’ll have more to offer on another rainy day 😉
beautiful! Simply beautiful about your dogs! I got Levi when he was 2 months old in 2009. I always had dogs growing up, but none that were specifically MINE. I was so excited to get him, but not prepared that a small breed is bundle of energy, and have different training skills. I got him in the winter time, and it was very hard to train him to go outside because it was always so cold. I can’t wait till we have a yard some day, so he can just run and run. He loves my mom’s house. He helped heal my heart after my wedding was called off in October of that year. We are so close I’m almost afraid whenever I have children he will be the dog that gets jealous.
Thanks for your insight! 🙂
You know how much I love your pooches; I wish I could see Boo and Hayes everyday. At nearly 13 years old, it is nearly impossible for Drifter and me to play, but I love her all the same and I know she has my back!
They are just THE BEST! 🙂
I love this! Happy to have stumbled upon it today. 🙂
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