Two Kinds of People

Ihave never accepted the premise that there are "two kinds of people". You know what I mean..."there are two kinds of people, those who love country music and those who hate it", "...those who love Neil Diamond and those who hate him", "...dog lovers and everyone else".

I started out wanting to say that anyone who is not a dog lover cannot fathom my grief over the loss of my dear canine companion, Barney.

I don't believe that's true, though, now that I think about it. I caught the tail end of a very stupid TV show the other day where a kid was grieving over the loss of his chameleon. The writing was terrible and the acting worse, and though I personally cannot warm up to the cold-blooded species, I could certainly feel for someone's loss.

Even so, I wonder...what makes some friends respond so lovingly and gently to the grief I feel over losing my dog (two people even sent me cards!), and some ignore it completely? One friend drove me and my dog to the vet and another one offered. My friend sat with me afterward for several hours, helping me get through, and then offered to go with me to pick up his ashes two days later.

Others merely questioned my decision, I know they were hoping there was some way I didn't have to go through this, but some questioned and felt I was wrong. Fortunately both vets I consulted said this was what had to be done and that I was doing the right thing. I knew I was, but it helped to hear it.

My precious puppy (at over 10 years old) had been getting more and more nervous over the past few months. I wasn't sure what to make of it, and it had only become a point of puzzlement, not concern, though to spare him, I would put him in the garage or laundry room when groups of people were over. I hadn't realized how much I had grown to distrust his reactions, but in retrospect I realize that I have been more and more careful to keep him from strangers or stressful situations.

Well, he got out and when he and my beagle came in contact with people, he got scared. The beagle is very friendly and will go to anyone who might provide food and/or a way home. A little boy threw himself around her, making Barney quite nervous and agitated. He began a low growl and showing all the fear signs in posture and vocalizations. The boy took compassion on him and threw himself on him to hug. Barney nipped at him, breaking the skin with one tooth. All witnesses say he reacted aggressively.

Now I am convinced that if Barney had wanted to hurt the boy, he would have done some real damage, but the fear-aggression response is too intense, and is one of the best indicators of a dog that will bite. Who knew? Not me. My very real fear, confirmed by both vets, is that this response was only likely to get worse, and the next time could be disfiguring or worse.

So I refused to allow myself to feel it, as much as possible, so that I could do the right thing, and now Barney is in a container on the mantle. This is not where he will stay, but my son is coming for a visit and dearly loved Barney, so I thought perhaps he would want to be part of the burial. We'll see. I can do it myself, but that would just emphasize the worst part of losing Barney...how very alone I feel without him and how very much I miss him.

Anyway, I think I have discovered that there are people who love dogs and can reach out to you in your own grief, those who love dogs and are paralyzed because of it, people who don't love dogs, but love you enough to care about your grief, and those who don't love dogs and are baffled by your reaction. Then there are those who care so little for the well-being of others that it defies their understanding that you would do something that would cause you so much pain for the benefit of others. For a few moments now and then I envy them their self-centeredness. If I could live with utter disregard for the safety of others I would have my buddy with me. If I could convince myself that what I want is right because I want it, I would not be so sad and depressed.

As selfish as I can be, I cannot go there. I could not live with the fear of something happening to a child who wandered onto our property and scared the dog. I could not live with the horror if something happened that I could have prevented.

So I held my buddy, with him looking trustingly into my face, as he died. Thank heavens for the touch typing course I took many years ago, because my eyes are so full of tears I can barely see as I write this. I never really thought much about what happens to animals when they die, but I hope Billy Graham, John Calvin, J. Vernon McGee and others are right when they said animals will be in heaven. It seems too sad to think that my faithful friend simply ceased to exist at all.

Anyway, I'm sure there are many different ideas on this, even among the Protestant community--dog people or not.

There Will Be Hair...

Well, the dreaded time has come. I really thought I would have to have the beagle euthanized, due to her back problems, but instead, I shall have to have my precious Barney put to sleep soon. Oh, my heart is broken. I can't tell you how much I hurt.

But Barney nipped a kid today. The reasons why don't matter. The fact remains that he is now a liability. Where he has nipped one kid, he could nip another. Fortunately this is a very minor injury, but people are more important than animals, even animals we love, so I cannot risk that this is some kind of fluke, or even provoked. How can I assume that? I can't. People, especially kids cannot be expected to know the proper way to deal with strange animals.

This has me thinking about the responsibilities of dog ownership. I want to tell you what to expect if you get a dog.

1. Vet visits. Shots, worming, kennel cough, the occasional injury, sometimes long-term treatment for an ailment. Well, that is a philosophical and practical issue deserving a full-article, but my personal opinion is that you should determine how much is too much to spend preserving a dog's life. It sounds crass, but think about it. Children are starving in other countries for the lack of a few dollars a day, and some of us may spend hundreds or even thousands on keeping an ailing pet around for a few years of ill health. I don't mean don't take care of your dog, but you need to determine in your own heart and mind what YOU believe is the line. For me, when the dog reaches at or close to their expected life span, it is not my wish to spend a great deal of money doing things that will only delay the inevitable. That's my choice.

2. Food. Another area of some debate, there are designer labels and custom blends, as well as your basic generic and all things in between. At any rate it'll cost money.

3. Grooming. If you are fortunate, you can do this task yourself for a long time, but you will still need canine shampoo, the appropriate brushes, perhaps electric clippers, nail clippers, etc. There may come a time when you physically cannot do the task yourself and the groomer is expensive! A good grooming can help cut down on shedding and mean less housework for you, though, so...

4. Smells. Dogs smell. Some simply have their own odor that you may find slightly unpleasant (my beagle has a "hound dog" scent that some find offensive, even when she has just been bathed.) Wet dogs smell. Period. Flatulence. There's nothing better than turning to your spouse and asking "Was that you?" to find that the source is your very best canine companion asleep at the foot of your bed.

5. Things you won't want to see. Dogs eat gross things. Dogs are keen on hunting down small critters. Well fed dogs will only mangle said critters, not devour them, and you may have to deal with that. I recommend you have lots of jangling tags or bells around their necks to scare the critters away.

6. Sounds. Dogs bark. Even my barkless Basenji/Akita mix is not truly barkless (because of the Akita), but instead barks only rarely. He will always bark at the next-door neighbor, however. The beagle barks at flies.

7. Hair. There will be hair. Everywhere. You will own multiple tape rollers, and you can remove all the hair at the front door, checking this way and that, but by the time you arrive at your office, your pooch will somehow have managed to have his hair all over your black pants. Dog hair will be wrapped around the felt pads of your chairs, it will wind up on top of the ceiling fan, it may wind up in the punch you serve for your parent's 50th anniversary party. That hair will be a reminder of your dog long, long after he is gone. You may go in to your dry cleaner and get scolded for having pet hair on your clothes.

8. Chewing. Mind don't chew much any more, and in fact never did--much. But My dog, Barney is a discriminating chewer. He may not chew anything but empty pop bottles for 5 years, but should your son get you a baseball cap from his college, and should said hat fall off the hook, it will be in many small pieces. Should you kick your red leather boots off next to the bed and should you fail to immediately pick them up and put them in the closet, Your pooch will ignore the tennis shoes under the table, the sandles by the dresser, the clogs peeking out from the closet for the past week and will dig out one of your boots and chew the toes out. Count on it.

9. Separation anxiety. Don't kid yourself, your dog will have this if you have a busy week at work, or have too many after school activities for your kid. Your dog may have this just with you being away at work.

10. Exercise. Dogs need it. You need it. You hate it. They love it.

11. Training. Cesar Millan may be able to control a dog within minutes, it will take you longer, and you will have to keep at it.

12. Kids love dogs. For few weeks they will want to take care of feeding, but then they will stop. The dogs want to eat anyway.

13. No one wants to clean up dog poop. It still has to be picked up.

14. Dogs break things. Their tales are longer than they think, they don't watch where they are going, and let's face it, they don't understand how important Aunt Delia's precious bell collection is to her. Aunt Delia will be suitably angry that you brought your ill-mannered pooch to visit and break her things.

15. You are going to get tired of caring for the dog. it may only be occassionally or when life is particularly stressful, but you still get to feed and walk and play with your dogs even when you don't feel like it. It's kind of like parenting without the back talk and body piercing.

16. If you can tolerate the mess, the dumped trash, the smells, the chewed boots, the occasional peeing in the house, the sick dog who pukes on your rug, and the expense, you will receive far more than you ever give.

17. Somebody will always be excited to see you.

18. Somebody won't remember that you were grumpy yesterday, or even five minutes ago.

19. Dogs are eternal optimists. You have to work pretty hard for them to expect bad stuff from you.

20. Dogs will forgive you your dumb mistakes.

21. Dogs try to please you.

22. Let me state #17 in a different way. Your dog will always be happy to see you, and the sight of those perky little ears peering out the window to catch a glimpse of you, or that tail wagging like crazy when you walk in the door will make you feel better than you could imagine after a crappy day at work.

But, there will be hair.....