Never mind that the Chinese calendar says this is the Year of the Monkey.
At our house, it’s the year of the dog. After 40 something years of cat ownership, we’ve gone to the other side. Don’t get me wrong, My Guy and I still send each other cat videos, but for the sake of travel convenience we adopted a dog in September.
|Mamie the wonder dog|
To our family – son with a cat, daughter with two – this is as foreign as if the parents had suddenly decided to take up Esperanto. On the plus side, Mamie is the least dog-like canine I’ve ever met.
Her main focus in life is to sit next to me. She doesn’t play tug of war, chase squirrels, or gallop up to strangers. Although they were fascinated with her, I’m sure she was a deep disappointment to the three grandboys when they visited for Thanksgiving.
We continued the dog theme by bringing everyone to a local dog show.
It was a learning experience for young and old alike. My daughter and I noticed that there is a definite wardrobe consistency for the women dog handlers – knee length skirts, flats, stockings. At first we wondered if the purpose was to highlight the dogs, but then the men wear slacks, so why not the women? No, it was a dog world thing. Kind of the way you can often tell someone is a teacher. We all get to look alike after a while.
|Note the anti-drool bibs|
We also noticed that the handlers often had dog combs stuck in their own hair and possessed the ability to pull a dog treat from unexpected places. And handlers of the slobbery category always had an absorbent cloth on the ready peeking out from their waistbands.
|Tired Newf or rug?|
Some of the owners were very friendly and happily stopped to chat with us and let us pat their dogs. We saw dachshunds and Dobermans, Pomeranians and poodles, but the Newfoundlands carried the day.
There was a huge (in every sense of the word) contingent of Newfs there, not to mention a puppy of 12 weeks that was a ridiculously fuzzy black ball of cute.
We all had a terrific time but we may not have done our daughter any favors. Both our son-in-law and the boys went home with anticipatory smiles and discussions of where their future Newf might sleep.