Puppy Love

One of the dads at my sons’ school walks a puppy to drop-off and pick-up every day. That little dog is so darling—the Golden Retriever, I mean—oblivious to the cold, interested in everything and everyone, tail always wagging. There is also a mom who comes with either one finicky dog or another (she has two) but for some reason does not bring them at the same time. Even though they are wearing sweaters or little coats (always something new and different), they stand there shivering, looking scared and humiliated (the dogs, I mean). The owner yanks on their leash and instructs the school children to keep their distance. The kids wonder why those “puppies” are off limits (no one explains that they are full grown and temperamental).

So all the attention and petting goes to the dad and his furry, happy go-lucky friend. I wondered if the sweetness of his animal was due to breed or gender. The dad told me, “He’s a boy,” immediately giving the dog human characteristics. I asked if they chose a boy because he wanted more testosterone in the house (he has two daughters). He said no, they picked a boy because males tend to be friendlier—females can be loners, preferring to spend time in their own space whereas the males follow you around and given the choice, will sleep at your feet. He is a writer who works from home and wanted the company. How many dogs are named “Buddy?”

I thought about my human boys. Thank God I have the big, hardy, affectionate kind. I wouldn’t know what to do with a petite, fine, or overly sensitive child. I like to yell things like, “Get in the tub! Get out of the tub! Who cares what you wear to bed? Teeth inspection in five minutes!” from a reclined position in MY bath. No, if I had to coddle and fuss I don’t think I would be happy or successful as a parent. I am good at caring for my children as if they were lovable puppies. Lots of easy, short commands and plenty of healthy food, water and exercise. If I had girls, or a fussy breed, I wonder how much frustration and angst I would experience?

Whatever the case, even though I sometimes feel like I am being dragged to my death on a leash, I wouldn’t have it any other way.