May’s comment: Miss Darcy, did you know that four years ago today, I was fussing over the next day’s events.
Four years ago tomorrow, you were coming to stay … Gulp!I was to be receiving my first dog into my home, my life. Was I doing the right thing? This, I had not realised was a huge commitment. It was to be the last day of my footloose and fancy free lifestyle – I realised after she arrived.
I had recruited a trainer even before Darcy arrived to help me with her puppy ways – better to be tough and get things done right because I know myself. Being OCD, one too many little accident will not be a good start to our relationship.
Where did one begin? I did not know there were dog forums especially breed specific ones! I had no idea there were Facebook pages to seek counsel or at least I was not even aware you can do so. But then I did not even remember the name of the breed – kept saying she’s a poodle cocker! 🙂
I had to ask the dog trainer what food I should buy. Oh, and I should get a couple of toys? Like what? A ball?
But I deliberated at length over dog bowls and beds – how big should the bed be and if they would disturb the decor! 🙂 Those baby gates was a sacrifice of aesthetics. The collar, what colour would fit an apricot dog? Oh! So many decisions.
The rules? What should they be? Of course not on the bed! She has her own. Not on the sofa? Why? Really? But that’s one of the reasons I wanted her – to snuggle with.
The easiest part was the name – Ahhhh, yes! Darcy, not a Mister but a Miss. At that time that was what I thought I needed.
Friends doubted my sanity. And some (ex-) friends had a bet that it would never last. Well, I guess they didn’t realise I had a big hole in my heart that needed to be filled and Darcy walked right into the space – where no “other” could fill. And that heart, I found, is expandable!!!
I wrote the following post two years ago on the anniversary of our meeting. Tomorrow marks four years of being together – who would have known how I would have changed even two years after already having surprised myself.
Who would have known ….
That I would wake up in the morning with a dog in my bed
That I would lay a towel out for her every night on my pristine white sheets
That I would beckon her to come and sit next to me on my sofa
Or love those kisses she gives me morning, noon or night?Who would have thought …
That I would meet people I do not have much in common
That we have become friends because of our pooches
That I would be organising dog meets on weekends
Or talk about the condition of their excretions?Who would have thought …
That I could become so enamoured by a four-legged hairy faced mammal
That I would interrupt the carefully thought out home decor with brightly coloured toys
That I would find dog apparel so cute and in constant pursuit of the perfect collar
Or scatter towels, blankets in every room for her comfort?Who would have thought …
That I would find a friend so loyal and always happy to see me
That I would run out from the movies even before the credits come on to placate my separation anxiety
That I would think about her everyday I am away, counting the days when I will return
Or wonder if I should get her a baby sister? (NO!!!! says my friends)As much as I would love to hear Darcy tell me …
That she loves me as much as I love her
That she will be my best friend forever
That her excessive tail wagging is specially just for me
She already has, in her own language of loveAnd the best thing …
She helped me realise that I can love more than I thought I am capable of!
It wasn’t an easy start, it wasn’t a love bond from the beginning
I had many moments of doubts and selfish thoughts
But I have since cannot imagine life without my furry friend.
And for giving me something to write about every day. 🙂
Many collars later, because she has a bad habit of chewing her lead and thus a good excuse to change the collar, we’re now on red! And those dog bowls have long gone – decided a pretty bowl good enough for humans is more in keeping with everything else.
The towel on my bed is no longer required. And on her bed sits many lookalike stuffed animals. She never sleeps on it – maybe because there’s no space! LOL!And I love you for helping me to open my heart for little George. I NEVER thought I could have two dogs – in my bed!!!I’m still changing, evolving.
I am a better and happier person for it though some would say I maybe a little too dog-centric. To each their own.
Darcy’s comment: And four years ago today I had no idea that I would be leaving my cocker spaniel mother and my two brothers Milo and Billy. I left the fold before they did.
Thankfully Milo found me and we have reunited. Wonder how Billy is doing.
Wherever you are Billy, we hope you are having special snuggles with your humans.