Sunday, August 1

From Doggedly to Dogless part II

Before I bore any of you to tears, I have to say that there is a purpose in this tale. I did not sit down to ramble on and on aimlessly about my dog. It might possibly be nothing more than a therapy session for myself, but if it helps then it is purpose enough for me. The second half of my tale is a little more personal.
I didn't always know that I wanted to be a Mother. I wasn't born understanding how to entertain children or even how to take care of them. I was not a babysitting prodigy as seems expected where I come from. But when I finally did, I became all too familiar with what is commonly termed "baby hungry". Most women have felt that thumping in their uterus. I have heard it described as a turning over of your bowels and after going through the labor and delivery process I think that's probably pretty close to what it is. But this blog post has less to do with having babies than it does losing them. Ariel and I tried to have a baby for three long years. I won't go into all the details because that's too personal even for me. But I have never known jealousy like I did during those three years. I've never doubted myself so much. I struggled every time I saw a young girl with that pronounced bump or a young couple with three or four younglings scrambling at their feet. We took temperatures and timed things and took pills and were poked and prodded by acupuncturists. But nothing worked and no one could tell us why we weren't able to have babies. And so finally after 2 1/2 years of 'trying', we stopped. But the idea of not 'trying' to conceive didn't ease the pain of not conceiving. I still felt that thumping in my belly. It still pained me to see a small child. I felt it on a daily basis. I needed something to nurture, other than my adorable and adoring husband. And thus, we come to the subject of our epic tale. I searched for him for weeks. Many afternoons I'd take an hour before I went to pick Ariel up from work and go to the Humane Society. People are never so lucky as to pick and choose through potential offspring as I did my first child. Ariel wanted something not too big and I wanted something that wasn't too hyper. I found a handsome sheepdog, but he would probably shed. There was a well mannered pit bull, cringe if you will, but she was adorable; and it turned out that our landlord wouldn't give the OK.  Then after a few weeks I wandered into the puppy room and there he was, a fat pawed, mask faced, black and tan long haired pup, quivering in his kennel. I grabbed a leash from the person at the front desk and opened his kennel door. He took my heart right out of my chest. He snuggle his long bearded snout into the crook of my arm and it stayed there as we went outside and I tried playing with him on the lawn, unsuccessfully. He just wanted to be close to a warm body. He didn't seem scared, he was just a baby pup who needed a mama. On the ride home and for weeks, he wouldn't sit anywhere but in my lap. Try driving on the freeway with a puppy head in the way when you want to shift into 5th. Obnoxious, but endearing.

And here Jaime(Hi-may) came into our family. For the first year or so, he went EVERYWHERE with us. He Loved to be with people. I had to be careful with my 80 year old grandmother, but otherwise he was gentle enough and obedient. Our favorite thing to do was go walking. For the first few months he would follow us wherever we went. He had no interest in what was going on around us as we walked through the Avenues to Memory Grove, a leash free park, in downtown Salt Lake. He just stayed with us, without even the need for a leash. Of course later he learned a bit more independence and was a healthy curious sniffer. We Loved our daily walk to Memorial Grove. As other dog walkers and runners passed us he sniffed around and made friends but as soon as I got 5 feet away he clued into the signal that we were leaving and followed.

It's painful to write about the wonderful things about Jaime. It isn't like Hatchu where I wasn't living there at the time and I know there was a happy end to the story. Jaime was a good, good dog. It was impossible to stay away from him when you came by our home or met us on the street. He just wanted so badly to be loved and feel secure. But the reason that I am writing this out is quite simply because we had to let that dear little dog go yesterday.

I am not writing this to share a sob story. I have too many sob stories and reserve this week alone in the year to let them all out. However, I am writing this to share the things that I have learned about being a pet owner. As may be apparent we did eventually conceive a child. but before we did, we had two long glorious and therapeutic years with Jaime. We brought him home in February of 2006 He slept at the foot of our bed until long past when we brought our daughter home in February of 2008. In those two years he was my handkerchief when I lost my brother, he was my companion through long walks and thunderstorms. He was a safe place that knew no wrong. Some dogs have a sixth sense for people who mean harm. Jaime knows nothing but Love. He doesn't understand that some people or some dogs aren't safe. he wants your love and he wants to give you his. He Loves to swim and chase birds and cats. He loves to eat vegetables. But most of all, he Loves ME. he listens to ME. He wanted nothing more than to be mine.

When our daughter was born, we were very careful to acclimate Jaime to her. and her to him, we didn't want her to be allergic and gave them each healthy doses of each other daily. He never slept a night outside. He never missed his bed even for a night. And when he finally slept out in the hall instead at the foot of our bed it was completely natural for him. But I can't say that he didn't suffer. I never would have thought that I would have a limited supply of affection. But suddenly when Ada was born, I was annoyed at his hair. I was annoyed at his eyes watching me everywhere I went. I just wanted him to be a dog, and just a dog. Someone I could give affection to when I felt like it. Someone I could feed when I felt like it. He was always around and I thought that if I just gave him attention or threw the ball for him when I went outside or when I passed him going up the stairs, it would be enough. He handled it well, but he demanded more when other people came to visit. Which also bothered me. I know, you're thinking I'm a horrible person. I am dammit. I want to scratch his belly and take him on the same long walks we use to go on. But I just don't have enough in me to go around that far. It took a long time for me to understand myself and stop feeling guilty. Today all of those feelings are very much present. But I don't know honestly if my reaction to having a child could have been avoided. I feel it was hormonal, primal, a part of me so deeply ingrained that I couldn't control it. In order to help Jaime deal better with the changes I tried to think of him more like a pack animal, as I realize now I should have all along. Really, that's what he is. But in a pack there is ranking. Jaime had a happy and free life before our daughter came around. And I don't think, no matter what memories are like for dogs, whether they are smells or colors or images, I don't think he would ever forget that he was first. That was our first mistake. I brought Jaime home for a selfish need of my own. To fulfill my innate need to nurture. I didn't think enough about what would happen if and when I had a child. I couldn't have known, but I didn't consider it either.

When my daughter was a little over one year old Jaime was still a happy dog. With less attention, less affection. But he still got exercise and food and Love and freedom. He was never put on a chain or in a kennel unless we had to leave him (which was not very often) or someone was around that his strong swishy tail might knock over. Our daughter was learning how to love him too. Though her way of loving him was by poking his eyes or pulling on his ears. She lay on him and leaned on him and though he's always been a weak and sensitive dog, he always took it like a champ. One day though, we found his breaking point. It wasn't with Ada pestering him but in a plate of food. He had already eaten that morning. And I, cleaning out the fridge with Ada crawling on the floor, gave him a tupperware of macaroni and cheese. Another Red Neck trait: I can't stand to see anything go to waste. I had barely turned my back when I heard a snarl and a low bark. I turned to see Jaime jumping away from Ada. My protective Mother-Bear instinct of the moment made sure that Jaime was down the stairs and locked in my room before I looked at Ada to see what had happened. When I came back up, she was balled up on the floor covering her face. She didn't even start crying until I pulled her hands away from her face and picked her up. Which is when I saw blood and started to panic. He had scathed her sweet, round, perfect little nose. With Jaime crying in my bedroom and Ada crying in my arms I didn't know what to do. Ariel was in class and not being able to think straight about what to do, I put a band aid over Ada's nose and put her in the car to go in search of Papa. We startled him as he was leaving his class and he was smart enough (my sexy smart nurse) to realize that we needed to take her to the hospital. 12 hours, two emergency rooms and a very drugged little girl later we were home from plastic surgery at Primary Children's Hospital.
After that it was a different story with Jaime. I realized, after the initial shock wore off, that he had not intended to hurt her, actually he had been very careful, but alas he is an animal. He's a big dog, with a big mouth. If it hadn't been on her sweet little nose, we wouldn't have even taken her to the hospital or called animal control (by law). Looking back it just wasn't a very big deal.

But after that, every time I saw he and Ada together I panicked. Crazy images would float through my brain, of Jaime growling and lunging. I only thought about what he could have done to her and what I was afraid at any moment would happen to her. I was expecting our second child at that point and felt very nervous at the thought of having Jaime alone with my child. Now, please understand, I must have had some crazy nesting hormones in me, because Jaime is the most docile dog you've ever seen. My daughter is bitten on a daily basis by a chihuahua because of her constant badgering. And it doesn't bother me, I know that she deserves it and the chihuahua can't do anything to really hurt her. But Jaime is a dog that, were it not for his sad pouty expression would demand respect by his simple size. For the last year and a half I have felt nervous every minute that I know that they might be alone. I never allow them to be alone for more than a couple minutes at a time, even if they aren't even playing together. I've thought for some reason that if I were there, Jaime wouldn't really do anything to hurt her. Over the last year and a half, Jaime and I have learned a dance. One where I watch everything he does and he watches me to see if I am watching him. It has shown me two things. First, that the leader of the pack is always the leader of the pack. As hard as I've tried to introduce Ada as a pack leader by reinforcing good behavior in response to her and allowing her to feed him or take him on 'walks' where it appeared that she was leading him and not me (for the record, he never believed it for a second), he will always respond to me more than to her. And he will never accept that she, who he has seen grow from non-existent to obnoxious little girl, is alpha over him. Then yesterday morning, I was given another little shock of what the nature of the beast could do to my daughter. We were all outside getting ready to drink some much needed mate' with breakfast. Jaime and Ada were on the grass and I don't know what either was doing. I do know that he had been irritable the day before, but I'm not sure why. Suddenly I heard that dreaded sound, a swift growl to a low bark. We turned to see Jaime in Ada's face and retreating. I ran to her and this time checked her before the dog. She was fine. No skin broken and I don't really know what happened accept that Ada was covering her face and scared. Ariel swiftly sent Jaime to his kennel, to which he went obediently. But I knew immediately that this time was the last. I had been thinking for a few days, as I often did for short spells, about how I hated feeling anxious all the time and acting and treating him out of fear for what he could do, not necessarily for something he had done. But ultimately, I didn't know how to retrain myself. From the very beginning of our relationship with that beautiful animal we had made some crucial mistakes. The first was getting a dog without knowing what our future circumstances were. This proved to be the most unforeseeable dilemma as I was trying very hard not to rely on the idea of having children in the future. Second, we included him in every part of our lives. He didn't eat at the table with us, but he ate right next to us and though we tried not to, we weren't diligent enough in not giving him table scraps. I'm not a dog trainer, but I understand that this taught him that he was our equal. I was forced yesterday to decide definitively that the safety of my offspring is a balance that is much more important and delicate than that of a my beautiful sweet and docile dog. I am first and foremost a mother of human children. I have had to remind myself of this hourly for the last two days, because every time I think of Jaime in that small dogrun all day long, just waiting for me to come and take him home, it makes me cry. It is all too easy for us to toss animals around like they are just an element of entertainment but those sad eyes taught me alot about the nature of animal emotions. I know that the very best thing to do would have been to find a suitable owner for him myself through the classifieds, but that last growl instilled in me a feeling of urgency. We were obviously already familiar with the Humane Society and after reading that they have a 100% adoption rate in the last year for all adoptable dogs, we were convinced that it would be a better place for Jaime than at our home right now. I was assured that Jaime is 100% adoptable by the woman who helped us to receive him into the shelter. But to give Jaime a better chance of finding a suitable family I'll be posting a link to this blog post on KSL and Craigslist. I checked online about an hour ago to see if I could see his profile. I don't know why I did it. His name is now Himay, this is to help whoever wants him, like one mans junk, to pronounce his Spanish name correctly. This is what his photo-free description says:

My name is HIMAY. I am a neutered male, black and tan Irish Wolfhound mix. I am about 4 years old. I am available for adoption.
It should also say:

Do Not Adopt me if you have small children, but if otherwise, please know that I am the best $60 you will ever pay to a non-profit organization in turn for a lifetime of servitude and worship-fullness from a beautiful animal.

If you know of anyone who could use a dog like Jaime (Hi-may), you know where to send them. His ID # is A035065. He's located at the West Jordan Kennel. Call (801) 261-2919 for more information.

1 comment:

Carolyn W said...

If I didn't have little ones myself, I would be all over this guy. He is gorgeous. Then there is the matter of no fenced yard, and Sean isn't really feeling a dog yet. I'm sorry you had to give him up.