Last year for Christmas, Mr. G surprised us with a new puppy. Today, Dash turns 1.
Now, I had been asking for a second dog for years. When we got our first dog, Scoop, she was our baby. If nobody would be home for more than four hours, we arranged for play dates with our friends’ dogs. Granted, we lived in apartment at the time, but she was spoiled.
So, when Pumpkin came along, and Scoop was receiving far less attention than she was accustomed to, I started not-so-subtly hinting at getting a second dog. Scoop needed a playmate, I reasoned. I texted and tweeted photos to Mr. G almost weekly. Then we moved back to Arizona, and Peanut came along, and a few months later, I started hinting again. So when Mr. G surprised us with a puppy at his parents’ house on Christmas Eve, I was afraid to say what came to mind after the initial excitement wore off: “What were you thinking!?”
At the time, Peanut was nearly a year old, was still nursing, and had just barely started sleeping through the night. I had envisioned getting an older, rescue dog. There would always be a period of adjustment with any new pet – but now potty training was involved. It was a relief when Mr. G said a few days after Dash came home with us, “Did I just bring a whole new level of crazy into this house?” (Yes.)
Crazy or not, we all fell in love with the dog and she was here to stay. Scoop from the get-go enjoyed playing with her, but it took a while to let her snuggle up close together on the pillow.
Scoop still gets jealous from time to time, but who can blame her? She used to be the center of the universe, and now she has two kids and a puppy to compete with. The girls adore Dash and, being a puppy, she puts up with more from them than Scoop will. They hug and squeeze her and she runs into their rooms to greet them in the morning and hops into Pumpkin’s bed to say good night when I’m tucking her in.
Dash does have some quirks that we didn’t have to deal with when Scoop was a puppy. She chews up everything – the kids’ toys, our bedspread, rugs, patio furniture, carpet – you name it.
When we took her recently to Flagstaff (her first road trip) she refused to sit down the entire ride, and instead laid her head on the seat or the arm rest.
And, sensing she was desperate to run around off the leash since we don’t get out much in the heat of the Valley during the summer, I took her to a dog park in Flagstaff. She freaked out and clung to me. I ended up taking them to a smaller fenced off area away from the other dogs – not so much room to run, and now too scared to move much at all.
But we do love this little pooch and all of her quirks (ok, maybe not the chewing) and are sure glad to have her in this family.
Happy first birthday, Dash!