Sunday, June 28, 2015

Babysitting Buddy

     Over the past five years or so, I have found our family in a position to help care for our friends' pets while they have gone on vacation.  It is a task that we enjoy since we love animals so much.  It hasn't been all roses and rainbows, though.  We kept a dog one time that didn't' like the kids very much and snapped at them. We kept another that cried if I walked out of the room. Our experience in keeping others' pets can open up a wealth of stories I could share on this blog.  Perhaps I can tell those at another time.  Today, I only want to tell you about Buddy.
     Buddy's new owners bought him on a whim- one week before a planned vacation to see family in New York.  Would I keep seven week old Buddy? A seven week old fully bred Chocolate Lab puppy?  Yes!!
     As "mother" to ten year old fully bred Yellow Lab Abby, I have vowed to only own Labradors for the rest of my life.  My husband has been trying for a few years now to convince me to go ahead and get Abby a Lab puppy to play with.  I always say "no," "that is ridiculous," and "she doesn't need a puppy." One dog is enough for us!  Dogs are work.  Abby has integrated herself into our family life so well that she is not work.  I definitely do not want a second dog, BUT I can try one out for a week. 
     I won't get into details, but the week with Buddy was rewarding.  It was fun.  It was exhausting.  There were accidents and some things were chewed a bit, but he's going to be relatively easy to train.  Abby seemed to bond with him and they played well together.  I have never seen her bond with any of the dogs we've kept until Buddy.  Is it because they are the same breed?
     I was both glad and sad when his people returned and Buddy went back home.  Glad-because I had to take him out so often and watch him every minute to make sure he did not chew up our belongings.  Sad because he was a mostly good dog and it would have given me pleasure to keep training him.  I can see myself really enjoying another pup someday.  Someday.  I am thinking that someday will come when the kids are grown and have left home. The children didn't offer much in the help department. The amount of attention a new pup would need from me would be all of it.

(This was written by my daughter, Karen.)