We all likely know of
someone who has had an “oops” baby sprung on her. You know the story - she’s raised her kids,
they’re teenagers and instead of being in menopause, as she thought, she’s
pregnant again.
Now that must be a shock
to the system and a huge adjustment, because you are SO out of babies, and have
enough challenges with your adolescents, who are likely totally embarrassed by
the whole thing.
Wondering where I am going
with this? Don’t worry, I don’t have
“exciting” news to share, since I am in
my sixties, that would be a miracle, never mind a shock!
I started on this train of
thought, because next month we will be bringing home a cute puppy and it is has
been 16 years since I have gone through the puppy stage. Memories however are flashing back, and I am
beginning to think I am nuts to be doing this again. Sleepless nights, house-training, chewed
shoes… bit like having a baby again, which is where I came in.
But I have chosen
this. Our last dog died last year. He was sixteen and quite the
personality. His name was Henry and
there was something regal about him. But
he was a terrible thief. If you went to
his crate to inspect it, right at the back you’d find all sorts – cutlery,
books, food containers – empty of course.
When he was young he would
eat anything – he even ate money ($20 bills), socks, my marriage certificate
which gave the girls cause to ask if that meant their Dad and I were
now divorced. No, but it sure was a hassle
trying to get another copy out of the UK and explaining why.
And as for when we had
guests, he felt he was entitled to tuck in too.
He had quite the sweet tooth, and being a big dog, (an English Setter)
could reach the dining table and in a flash, inhale a complete dessert. As for chocolate, it is supposed to be
poisonous to dogs, but not for our guy. So
Easter was a real challenge, as he would find the hidden eggs before anyone
else, and eat them, complete with foil wrapper.
Yes, as I write this, I am
asking myself if I am ready to get into the fray again. Everyone had been nagging me about getting
another dog, but I was holding out. To
be honest, after 28 years of having a dog, I was enjoying my freedom of not
having to be back by a certain time to let the dog out.
So what changed my
mind? We live on a farm, and a farm
without a dog seems incomplete. I am secretly hoping that the dog will make me
change my work habits, and force me to get outdoors, exercise and just play. Judging by the excitement in our household, he
will also bring additional joy. Yes, I
know… there’s hard work too and give me a few months, and we will see whether
I’ve changed my tune. But right now, I
see the dog as my personal anti-aging strategy and I am looking forward to the
changes he will bring into our lives.