So we’re coming up on two months since Hershey’s been with us. (I’d love to calculate how many times I’ve taken her out, how many treats I’ve doled out and how many puddles of pee I’ve cleaned up.) If you remember, I’m not exactly a dog kind of girl. I’m definitely a cat person. And there have been several moments since we got our kitten and our puppy that I thought, we should have just gotten two cats. So how do I feel two months later?
I have to admit, I’m surprised how much I like Hershey despite all the trying moments. I thought she’d be a nice addition to the family, a pet meant more for the kids than me. But it’s me spending most of the time with her. How can you ever be in a bad mood when you’ve got a creature so happy to see you each morning? There’s nothing like snuggling up with her for a nap, or scratching her belly, and I’d like to see the person who could resist her earnest amber eyes looking up at you with pure adoration. I smile every time she wags her tail with such vigor that she shakes her whole backside. And petting her velvety fur is an instant stress buster. I can see why people love dogs.
“Oh, you’re bonding with her,” my sister-in-law tells me. (This is the same sister-in-law who tried to pawn off her lab on me a few years back when he was a menace. I recall telling her I’d never get a dog.)
But now Hershey’s here, and it really is endearing how much she loves all of us. It seems like we’re her number one joy in life! (Scratch that, it’s food. But we come in as a strong number two, and maybe that’s just because we provide the food, who knows. I’m going to tell myself she really loves her people.) It’s pure joy watching her bound through the snow. I love the way she’ll find a stick and snatch it up in her mouth and trot back to the door with her ears perked up and her tail held high. She drops it at the door like a prize for us. So cute!
Of course, it’s not so cute when she’s messing inside, nipping at my daughter, chewing on the furniture (the molding in the kitchen, today.) But once we nip all these bad behaviors in the bud, she’ll be pure joy. (It’s probably no coincidence she’s taking a nap as I’m writing this and not getting into trouble. I should tape this to the frig so I can read it next time she bites a hole in Riley’s tights.)
So am I glad we got her? Life would be easier without her, I have to admit it. But she’s added a new dimension to our family which is what we were hoping for when we first got her. So yes, two months later, smack dab in the middle of the tough, tough puppy days, I can say I’m glad we got our little brown pup.
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