Today marks the fifth anniversary of my meeting our wonderdog, Milo.
I grew up with dogs—Shetland sheepdogs: Ling, Nellie, Susie, Chloe—but once I got married, cats became the pets of choice. Definitely easier to take care of.
But I always sighed a little about sorta, kinda wanting a dog. Because even if they're more fuss, they're also . . . more fun? (Although our first kitty, Tisiphone, was pretty doglike, in her fabulously feline way.)
David, though, was like: "No dog."
Reasonably enough. I traveled a lot, and who would take care of the dog when I was off gallivanting?
So I sighed off and on over the years. Not too heavily at first, but somewhere along the way (about 25 years into the marriage) the sighing transformed into . . . serious wanting?
I think it started when my friend Annie mentioned a goldendoodle, Millie, she'd met on her regular walk. Annie procured an invitation for us to visit Millie and her owners. The owners waxed not just enthusiastic, but blissfully so. And Millie was beautiful. And she was just the right size. And so so very sweet. And being a doodle, she didn't shed.
I was smitten.
I decided: if the problem was who would take care of the dog, I could find allies! And I did: I rounded up three friends who said they were willing to take care of the dog if we ever needed help. I presented this back-up support to David, and he said he'd think about it.
Ha! The next day, I found a doodle breeder in Templeton, not far from here. I drove down to visit. We worked up a plan. Unfortunately, though, her bitch was a full-size golden retriever and the stud was a miniature poodle, and, well . . . their "union" didn't take.
I was all over it. As was my friend, who every couple, few days went over to check out a new litter: six females, two males, from a 100 percent white poodle mom, French Vanilla, and a half-and-half toffee-colored poodle/golden retriever, Hocus Pocus. After a few days she wrote me by email that she'd picked out one of the boys for me, "Voltaire."
I plunked down a deposit.
And then I waited.
|The barn he was born in|
Here are some photos from our first month together. I expect over the next three months I might be able to muster up a few more of him from our ensuing five years together. He is The. Best.
|First big adventure: two plane rides! Here he is in SEATAC.|
|First vet visit|
|Rrrrrowwwwr, kill the turtle!|
|Sizing up the cat|
|Home away from home|
|Who is that handsome dog?|
|First long walk on the rec trail|