Three weeks its been since I first inquired of this dog name Clyde. Several snags came up and I figured I wouldn’t get the dog, thought it had all fallen through. I said if I didn’t get him I’d concentrate instead on a six month vow to serve my community in a fuller way.
Here’s what I know about Clyde.
- He’s got a funny name that I didn’t like at first but that is too cute to change. It’s silly and I now like it. I can’t help but giggle when I say it, just like when I call my frog Chandler. I giggle. Strange name, cute animals.
- Clyde has taken professional obedience classes and knows several service animal commands.
- Clyde is laid back but has a need for regular walks which I am confident I can do.
- He is a low key dog who needs a low key environment without a lot of intense stimulation.
- He learns quickly and knows how to do compression for my legs which are often in pain. This is a key reason for getting a dog as opposed to a cat. I need the weight on my legs and sometimes my arms. I need a pet that will sleep with me so I can sleep instead of staying up until the sun rises. I can’t explain how much I need another service dog to warm my heart with big brown eyes and slobbery kisses.
- Clyde comes with all his food, bowls, leash and his crate. He’s crate trained.
- He’s 6 years old, 60 lbs, neutered, chipped, not an excessive barker, shy with new people.
Two people who are in my life have questions about the dog. “How can you afford a dog?” ….. “How are you going to take the dog out for a walk when you’re in pain”…..”I don’t like dogs. He’ll have to stay away from me.” …. “What if he doesn’t work out, what are you going to do then?”… The negative sisters have questions, some valid and some just typical of them.
I am not a ‘love me, love my pet’ kind of person. If someone states clearly that they don’t want any part of the pet for whatever their reason, then so be it. I can respect that. I don’t push my pets on people which means Betty will more than likely never even pet his little head. That’s fine by me. She’s under no obligation to like my pets. Her sister Snow prefers dogs at a distance. She likes them but doesn’t want them all over her and doesn’t want dog kisses. That’s fine. I’m not offended by it. And for short visits I can put him in the room when need be. It’s not like he’ll be locked up all day or anything. No, he’ll have a lot of one on one time with me and a few other people who are thrilled to death that we’re this far into the adoption process that I was sure fell through. …. I feel the need to add that no friends are co-owning or sharing financial responsibility, including the adoption process.
I hurt so badly. My heart is desperate. I need an emotional animal service. I can’t stand life as it is right now. I look for the soft eyes of a pet and those eyes aren’t there to tell me I’m okay. I look at the door wondering if my mother is standing there. I wish so much to have a dog I can learn to trust. If he’s not barking and responding to sounds then no one is in my doorway, I don’t need to keep looking up.
Last night in bed, last night after 2mg of Klonopin, last night after tears, I instinctively reached behind my back to caress the head of Mary Jane but she wasn’t there. There is no soft purr to greet me and demand breakfast. Please, I need something gentle to balance the harshness of pain and grief. I just can’t take my current load in life without a pet beside me. I need one.
Bringing in a dog is so much better than a cat. No more $30 flea and tick treatment. I can use diluted tea tree oil at $8 a bottle which will last forever. If he gets ill I am capable of caring for him better than I can a cat. Mary Jane’s vet was 2 blocks away. That’s where Clyde will go.
I expect the transition to be rough because there are many of me that have to get used to him. It’ll be difficult for him because he’s grown up in one home only. The transition will not be easy. I’m going to flip out because that’s what I do. I flip out and panic!!! But flipping out isn’t the same as giving up. It took a year before Mary Jane and I became a team. It’ll take time for Clyde and I to work like a well oiled machine. I think I’m physically and emotionally up to the task.
If the adoption goes through I’ll have 4 pets with a name starting with the letter C: Charlie, Cheesy, Chandler and Clyde. My baby boys would be the 4 C son’s.
Soft ears and a tail that thumps makes my grief stricken heart breathe easy. Please let this be okay. Please let me get the right dog.