My wife pointed out to us all that it has been one year since Maki entered into our lives. Over this past year, she has been through a lot of emotional times with us. From Christmas to birthdays, to moving homes to the Loss of Lex– our other dog… Maki has been here with us and for us in many ways.
Yesterday, our daughter shared these images on her Instagram. This was her caption: “A year ago today I met my best friend. The first photo here is the first one I ever took of her. She always knows when I’m feeling down when nobody else does, she’s funny, and she loves me. I love her so so much, happy adoptaversary” When I read that, I really understood the idea that pets can be great companions.
Maki has been wonderful for the mental well-being of our family members. She is always nosing in for a cuddle or rub. Maki is also the first pet that we have allowed to sleep in our kids’ rooms and permitted to jump on the couches. Taking her for a walk hasn’t been problematic either, as we all enjoy talking with her as we walk the neighborhood. Something about Maki is different than our other dogs, and it shows.
We all love her and are happy that she is sharing her love with us in her own derpy way. I can’t believe she’s been a member of our family for a year already.
Today is International Dog Day. Since I was a small child, I have always had a dog in my life. When I was born my parents had a wired haired fox terrier named Whiskey. When he had to get put down, I was maybe 3 years old. My father vowed to never get a dog again.
A couple years later, he brought home another terrier named Brandy. She lived with us for a couple of years until she bit my mother’s hand quite badly. Since my sister was a toddler at the time, the decision to give her up (the dog not my sister much to my chagrin).
Shortly after that we moved away from Edmonton, Alberta and into Langley BC. My parents adopted a cocker spaniel puppy named Charlie. He lived with us for about four years until a tumor took over. He was one of the most lovable doggies ever and enjoyed being cuddled.
We moved again to a new home where my mother and sister adopted a multipoo that I got to name Alvin. He was a bouncy little fella always happy yo see you. He lived for a very long time. So long in fact that my wife and I looked after him in his final year.
When I met my wife, she had a Rhodesian ridgeback that was a big ol’ softy. His name was Chuppy. Everyone who met him fell in love with his demeanor. He lived for 17 years. He was always known as Chuppy the Puppy. Bum rubbies was the best way to his heart.
Then came Lex Luthor. We adopted him about eight years ago at the age of about six. He brought some energy back into Chuppy which was the biggest reason for adopting a second dog. He was such a well trained big lug who always hung out with us everywhere in our home. We lost him at the start of this summer, so that sadness is still fresh.
Last fall we adopted Maki. She is turning five and much like Lex did for Chuppy- she brought some life back into Lex for a bit. Maki is probably one of the most loved of all. She has become an emotional support dog without intentionally doing so. She seems to know when people need love the most.
My wife and I have spoken about Maki being our last dog, but in reality we both know this to not be true. We are dog people and will always have a dog as a member of our family. They bring such joy to us all.
We adopted a new member of our family back in 2013. He was about four years old and fit in almost immediately with our family. I knew he was the right pet for us because he was farting constantly in the three hour car ride back to our place. The evil that came from his butt may be the reason my son came up with the name Lex Luthor for him.
A little over three years later and our fur-baby (oh gawd I said that) is a big part of our family. He follows us from room to room throughout the house. He’s there for family movie night, or dinners, and even answering the front door. People love to see him, we even have a friend who loves taking care of him while we go away. He’s a calm and lovable dog. I only have one complaint. He sheds.
There’s a small animal being made right before my eyes.
Now, I know almost all dogs shed. It’s just a fact of life when you have an animal in the home. But the amount of fur that comes off our lovely dog on any given day, is enough to make a second pet. (Imagine if you will, Gizmo from the 80’s film Gremlins after he gets wet. I am happy that Lex doesn’t often get wet. That makes it nearly impossible to get rid of dog hair.) I can deal with the fur gathering under the sofa and around the corners of the floor. I have come to terms that I need to carry a lint brush for my shirts 24/7. His hairs just float around and land everywhere. I’m glad that we don’t have a forced air furnace heating our home: there’d be a per-pet-ual cloud of dog hair tumbleweeds.
But even after my complaining, we love our dog. He is every part of this family as any one of us. Adopting a rescue dog has been one of the greatest joys that we shared as a family. He has enriched our lives, given us exercise, and has been there for each of us as we needed company. Go out and save an older dog. Puppies are cute as well, but the older an animal gets, the less likely they are to find a home.
Family isn’t always blood related.
Since rescuing our dog, I have met some really neat people who also love their rescue animals. One of the neatest people I met was Anne Wheaton. She is always out there doing good for animal rescues in Pasadena California, check it out here: Pasadena Humane Society. We adopted Lex Luthor from a small place in Merritt, BC called Angel’s Animal Rescue. There are plenty of animal rescues out there, one may have your future family member there.