"SANTA'S EYES FULL OF TEARS" ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, With no thought of the DOG filling their heads; And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, Knew he was cold, but didn’t care about that. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Figuring the dog was free and into the trash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the luster of midday to objects below, When what to my wandering eyes should appear, But Santa Claus—HIS EYES FULL OF TEARS! He unchained the dog, once so lively and quick, Last year’s Christmas present, now so thin and so sick. More rapid than eagles he called the dog’s name. And the dog ran to him, despite all of his pain; “Now DASHER! Now DANCER! Now PRANCER! Now VIXEN! On COMET! On CUPID! On DONNER and BLITZEN! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Let’s find this dog a home where he will be loved by ALL!” I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year, For SANTA CLAUS had made one thing quite clear; The gift of a dog is not just for the season, We had gotten the pup for all the wrong reasons. In our haste to think of giving the children a gift, There was one important thing that we had sadly missed. A DOG SHOULD BE FAMILY, and cared for the same! You don’t give a gift and then put it on a chain! And I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight, “You were not given a gift—You were given a LIFE!!!" ... See MoreSee Less
It’s okay to not love your dog sometimes, and it’s okay to talk about it. One of the problems with social media is we only tend to see the happy faces and awesome moments and you think you’re the only one with a dog who makes you homicidal sometimes. But you’re not.
You know the other day Rupert pooped in his crate, after I’d taken him out 5 times, and then he tried to eat it while I was cleaning it up? So I was gagging and shooing him away at the same time? And Paddington hates going outside on wet grass so I have to walk him out there and demand that he pee or he’ll hold it for hours, and he’ll do it staring at me as if I’ve just told him he’s never eating again? And Mallory barks at NOTHING, literally nothing sometimes? And Messner will take any opportunity to find something and shred it? Like my nice fake flower centerpiece I bought that he discovered in a bag on the floor.....
My dogs are DOGS. And so are yours. And pictures of them being so cute and sweet and awesome is only .5% of what life is like. Yes, they are well trained and well managed and they are all amazing but they are still dogs and some moments in the day I want to turn them all into pillows.
Have a bad day, have a few bad moments. And realize that it’s okay. They can be so frustrating sometimes because they are animals and we can’t always control them and make them exactly what we want, when we want, at the perfect time. BUT that’s why we also love them. ... See MoreSee Less