My husband and I both grew up with dogs (and hamsters, hermit crabs, horses, parakeets, turtles, a veritable zoo between the two of us, really), and we’ve longed to add a four-legged friend to our brood for a long time. I still occasionally find myself missing the dogs of my childhood. But a dog just wasn’t happening until we had a yard and could be responsible pet owners.
Just recently, Mary Elizabeth climbed on my bathroom counter, grabbed the pretty, new ceramic cup (um, how old are my kids? really, what was I thinking?) and chucked it, thus, shattering it into smithereens. (I’ve smartened up and now have a plastic spitting cup beside my sink.)
Last week M.E. grabbed a fall-inspired candle holder. “Put it down!” Madeline directed her. So she did – right on the hardwood floors. And it was reduced to shards, too.
Yesterday she had a nuclear diaper that leaked all over. As I was working to eradicate the waste, she decided to help and smeared her hand in it and then she tried to put the contaminated hand in her mouth.
Dave and I just like to be around her. We like how Layla’s never too far away, how she didn’t hesitate to accept us as her own, how she’s made our family somehow more complete.
This was a family portrait Madeline recently sketched. It was not just a random piece of artwork. It was a campaign for a dog. “See, how I’m walking a dog?” she asked. “You said we were going to get a dog when we moved.” (She’s the kid with the halo-like, blond hair in the picture, and she has a leash in her hand with a little, brown dog at the end of it.)
I shared the drawing with Dave, and I believe it may have been the impetus for more ardent dog searching in recent weeks.
Well, it paid off.
After we brought Layla home, Madeline drew this:
Our found dog. Layla’s forever family.
Lucky for you. Now you’re not only going to have to endure kid anecdotes and photos, but you’re stuck looking at pictures of our family’s dog as well. Enjoy!