The Work Horse and I have pretty much owned a dog all of our married life. They were mostly big outside dogs that the kids would bring in and play with and out they would go again. We started out with Curly, a Heinz 57 that one of the mean stepfathers owned first and I felt sorry for. He lasted about four years and died on the road. We had a beautiful collie named Wesley that we had for 3 years and a tractor got him. He died doing what he loved best- chasing wheels. Then when my son was about 10 for Christmas we got him a little black lab. Ebony lived with us for 14 years. She was the perfect dog and we all loved her. One of the saddest days in the Kovach house was the day Work Horse and Alisha took her to see Dr. Miller to be put to sleep. She had congenital heart disease and was coughing incessantly. Beth and I cried and cried while they were gone and I still miss that wonderful dog. I never wanted another dog after that because the kids were getting older and didn’t want to take care of an animal and well to be frank they die and why have something in the house that is going to die.
Last year Alisha came back home and brought McKenzie with her. It was an adjustment having a baby in the house but we loved having her here. Then Alisha decided to get a puppy. It would be a companion for the little girl and she would take care of it. I tried digging my feet in but one thing I know for sure is my kids hardly ever listen to me or take the advise I give them so of course as it goes I became the care taker of a dog I didn’t want. It wasn’t long and I was spending hundreds of dollars on a dog that wasn’t mine and said dog was a house inside living thing. I have never liked animals in our home.
Alisha and The Peach have their own place now and it is adjustment time again. I am lonely for them both at times but also love having my freedom and toy free home back. The one thing different is it is not dog free. Nope Boots lives here and while I am writing this he is ripping up a paper beside me on the floor. We went from baby messes to cleaning up jealous for my time dog messes. I went from grumbling about another thing to take care of to thinking— When you move Alisha you can take the baby but not the dog. He wormed his way into the Work Horse’s and my heart. He goes everywhere with us. He has play dates with his brother and my grandkids dog. He goes shopping with my sister Linda and me and he freaking sleeps with us. I am now hotter than a Pentecostal mother finding drugs in her kids bedroom after an alter call. The Work Horse on one side of me with his arm wrapped around me like a mink stole and the dog on the other side with his fur gathering my sweat beads.
We are both smitten with this little guy. I knew it was bad when I heard The Work Horse trying to take a nap on the big chair with Boots and saying to him,”Honey, just lay your headie down” as Boots was nipping on his fingers for attention. If that would have been one of the kids they would have gotten a disciplinary action but not Boots.Of course Boots does more work around here than any of the kids did.He mows lawn and he helps take out the trash. He cleans up the floor if food drops and he dusts everything with his little body because no surface is safe around him. He makes me walk everyday something I have always wanted to do and he is the best physiatrist because he listens and I always feel better with his unconditional support and love. That dog loves us more than anything and I have never said this before but I love him too. We now are one of those crazy people that puts coats on their dogs and includes his name when we send a birthday card. I am almost a little ashamed. Don’t ever comment on animal lovers actions because you never know…….
So today I say thank you God for giving us pets. I know they become part of your family and are one of God’s blessings even when you think you don’t want them. Just look at this little guy, could you resist that face? I don’t think so. Blessings every one.