Seems to be a day for everything but today for whatever reason is #NationalDogDay on both Twitter and Instagram. Of course, I’d prefer it to be called NationalDawgDay but we have owned other pups than Dawg so I suppose calling it Dog Day is tolerable. I’ll allow it.
I grew up with a beagle named Bogie. I’m not sure at all why we had a dog other than I must have been the little kid who begged for one. My parents are not dog people. Nor my sister. Bogie did a lot of howling that bothered the neighbors and eventually ran off and got hit by a car. That was the one and only dog in my youth.
On my own as an adult I had a mutt named Rigger, found abandoned at the Edgartown hangout Square Rigger. He was a black and white mongrel and had enough shepherd in him to chase and kill a half dozen chickens at a neighbors Chappy home. I had to pay a steep fine, buy the homeowner new chickens and keep Rigger contained on my property.
The first dogs the children had were sister cocker spaniels, one who peed every time she got excited. What a pain. One lived a good long time, well past normal longevity. One got bumped off by the UPS truck – NOT the driver’s fault at all.
Then came MacDougal, a blind and deaf Westie I brought home totally unexpectedly. He was scrawny and scared, but with lots of love, lived with us for a couple of good years until we had to put him down.
Then arrived the opposite end of the dog spectrum, a huge Staffordshire terrier, Dawg. She came to us through a son who lost his job in California and said Ma, I’ve got to move home and bring my pit bull. I said over my dead body.
In one day, I was in love.
That was probably eight or nine years ago now – I’m not counting, and we just can’t imagine life without her. The question we often ask ourselves, will we get another dog after Dawg dies? Probably not, to give us more travel freedom, but the house will be so empty without a four-legged companion.
Not to be forgotten on #NationalDogDay, Lucy, the boxer owned by my Iowa family! She’s a gem who loves car rides and long walks.
Here’s to your dogs too – they give the best unconditional love, don’t they? If anyone wants to, feel free to email me a photo of your current or former four-legged family member and I’ll add him/her to the post.