I’d like to make this very clear. I’ve had several dogs in the past. They have been well loved, well cared for and mourned when they passed. But nothing will rock your world more than marriage and a bushel of kids. While the kids pleaded for a dog I knew I would end up skulking the hallways at midnight with a hatchet. To whose room I entered I could not tell. Just one? All of them?
We visit a family member up north for 5 days. He has a German Shepherd. My first thought was he had a lot of damn hair and shed like crazy. He also wasn’t the most social of dogs. Perfect. I hated him.
For some unknown reason my husband fell in love with this animal. Maybe it was the shedding that bonded them. The dog wasn’t being cared for very well and we all felt bad for the relatives and the dog. After a few weeks of deliberation we offered to take the dog. That was 3 years ago. Any vestige of maternal feelings I had left retched up. And I am now officially a ‘dog person’. How did this happen? Is it as simple as “Empty Nest Syndrome?” Or did I secretly desire tumbleweeds of hair in my house? I don’t know, but I have fallen insanely in love with the most loving, loyal, intelligent animal I have ever had.
This blog was intended to describe my introduction to the world of dog parks – especially those in Malibu and Santa Monica. Wow, Talk about a learning curve! Talk about freaks!
Till next time.