It’s been exactly two weeks since Danny, the rescue dog, entered our lives. Since I first wrote about Danny on this blog 10 days ago, I’ve had several people come up to me and say, “That’s great that Danny has his own blog.”
And, all along I thought it was my blog. Heck, I’ve been contributing to it for more than three years. But, what’s the use in arguing over semantics?
I think it was Johnny Carson who used to lament after a comedy bit bombed, “Never follow kids or animals.” There’s definitely some merit to that statement, particularly if you’re following a herd of Clydesdales in a parade. But, that’s another story.
The point is that animals, specifically dogs, have a unique and undeniable impact on people. People of all ages seem to go gaga – not to be confused with Lady Gaga – over them.
“He’s so cute.”
“What a good boy he is!”
“He’s so charming.”
Sometimes, I forget the object of this affection is a dog. Sheryl and I have been invited out three times this week and each invitation has come with the caveat, “Make sure you bring Danny with you.”
Frankly, I’m not sure if it’s us or Danny that they want to see. I’m betting on the latter.
And, I’m okay with that.
Being dog owners – or pet parents or whatever the trendy name is today – for the first time is not a job we are taking lightly. Sure, we have two cats, but they’re a whole different ballgame. You don’t have to take them out for walks, you don’t have to clean up their mess (outside of a litter box), and you don’t have to give them your undivided attention. A dog commands your attention; a cat shuns it.
And, I haven’t even touched on the subject of grooming. Sheryl took Danny for his first haircut the other day. I can get five buzz cuts for the price of one of his haircuts. Yikes! Of course, he gets plenty more compliments on his ‘do.’
Two weeks in and Danny is already the top dog in our house. We wouldn’t have it any other way.