crazy dogs

Milo & Mr. Humbert, the delinquents (part 3)

“We can’t leave anything out on the counter because Milo gets into everything.  He really loves the paper in my purse.

The other day he got my passport and I caught him chewing the edges.

He loves money, too.  I’ve got a $10.00 bill that he chewed a hole in.

He likes anything he can find and chew.

He is also fond of eyeglasses and shoes.  We remind our houseguests to hide their shoes and other personal belongings for their own protection.

Something that I find that’s nice about having the dogs is that they are a common topic for the family.

We all love the dogs and even during disagreements, (which the dogs hate, and during a fight will hide under chairs), the one thing we can all agree on, is the dogs.”

Milo and Mr. Humbert, the delinquents (part 2)


“That was 2011.

Bert was very attached to my college aged son and didn’t want to travel anymore.

Whenever he saw my suitcase he wouldn’t leave my son’s lap and made himself scarce during travel preparations.

I wasn’t really looking for another dog.

I knew my husband wouldn’t be thrilled, but I saw Milo at an adoption event at our pet store.  He was the exact same size as Mr. Bert, but with a very different personality.

We call Mr. Bert the mean mother because he’s always correcting other dogs.

We call Milo the perm puppy because he is always getting into trouble.”

Maya, the future running buddy


“Maya is my first dog as an adult.

My fiancé and I have been wanting a dog for a few years.

We are probably going to have kids in a few years and would like our kids to grow up with a dog.

She came from a friend of my parents who live in Florida.  They had a Portuguese Water dog that had puppies, and Maya is one of them.

We like that Porty’s are hypoallergenic and don’t shed.

It’s only been two weeks since we’ve been able to take her outside–since she got all her shots.

She’s made us see a new side of New York culture.

She has made us morning people, which we were not before

I love having an excuse to go to the park.

In the 2 weeks we have been walking her, it seems like everyone has a dog.

You need a dog to keep your sanity.  It’s nice to have another companion.

She sleeps in a crate in our living room.

My fiancé loves her. She didn’t grow up with a dog, but she’s really taken to being a dog mom.  She takes Maya out more than I do.  It’s a big responsibility, but it’s great.  It forces one of us to get up and out, early.

I wanted to practice taking care of something before we become parents.

It’s funny, she always has to be near one of us, but she’s not a cuddler.  If we are on the couch, she is on the couch too, but at the other end.

We expect a lot of the more annoying puppy traits, like having to go out every 2 hours, and not knowing her commands yet, will disappear over time.

We are both looking forward to a running buddy and the eager excitement she exudes when we walk through the door.”

Amos, the rescue dog who rescued Carol and George

“We lost our lovely German Shepherd.  She died.

We’ve always had a dog. We got our first dog fifty years ago. We can’t imagine living without a dog.

A dog is so affirming of each of us.

They are so excited to see you; they are full of unconditional love.

Having children is both similar and different.

Similar in that they are dependent beings that you are charged to care for and bring up.

Different in that they are not human.  Children become independent and they go off and leave you.

We’ve had dogs since we’ve before we had children, as well as since we’ve been empty nesters.

They fill a void that nothing else does.

My wife had dogs before we were married, but I didn’t.

Losing them is the worst.  They just don’t live long enough, none of them.  It almost makes you wish you didn’t have a dog; but you have to.

Amos is our first rescue dog.

He really needed us as much as we needed him.  We felt like he could tell from the beginning that his life could suddenly and unpredictably change.  He is also our first small dog.   We always had German Shepherds and Irish Setters.

We travel a lot and always drove to our destination because we had big dogs.

We got a small dog so we could travel with him on an airplane.  He is also a lap dog and gives loving warmth constantly.  My wife steals him out of my lap sometimes.  We fight over who can hold him.

The first week we got him, he got out of the leash and ran into traffic.  He ran back to our apartment. It was incredible that he knew the way home after only a few days.

We love watching him get more at ease with his social skills. He used to tremble all the time.  We can even let him off the leash now and he doesn’t run away.

When I talk to him, he turns his head and listens. He seems to understand what I am saying.”

Bella, the mellow dog


“My last dog passed away when my kids were just babies and I couldn’t take on another shred of responsibility.

My youngest child started lobbying for a dog at the age of seven but I knew I had to wait until she was ten, when they were set sufficient enough.

I was all set to go to a yellow lab breeder but my daughters said that was irresponsible and we should get a rescue.

That began our search on Petfinder.

It took about six months to find the right dog.

It was as simple as the description that she was mellow, liked children and got along with cats.

We got a cat as a stopgap along the way.

The cat still rules, but he lets Bella sleep on the couch with him.

Bella had a terrible trip up from the Ozark Mountains. She was in a tiny little crate.

When she arrived, she curled up and went right to sleep for days.

She had a tumultuous beginning.

She was originally a Christmas present from a boyfriend to his girlfriend in a trailer park. She was tethered to a tree outside the trailer and neglected until a rescue group saved her.

She wasn’t afraid of people, but was and is still afraid of loud noises.

She’s a city dog, now. and is slowly coming around.

She would rather be sleeping on a bed or curled up on somebody’s feet.

She likes to accompany me to pick up the kids and have people pet and play with her.

When we take her to the country she is in her element. She loves to go swimming and boating.

We started by having strict rules–no jumping on the beds. That only lasted for a few days.

One day I dropped the kids at school without her and when I got back twenty minutes later, she chewed up ballet pointe shoes, took apart a sewing kit–needles were strewn everywhere, jumped up on to the kitchen table and got into the cereal bowls.

She has separation anxiety, so now we keep her in a crate when we’re gone.

She likes the crate. It’s her safe house.”


Mary and Lulu


From the time she was a puppy, she was a Lulu.

She started by jumping on the dining table and peeing on it. I couldn’t figure out how she even got up there, but she did.

She has no shame, whatsoever. She looked me right in the eyes, proudly, as though she were saying, “yes, that was me. Isn’t it great, I just left you a gift!”

I was too stunned to even correct her.

It’s always something.

Last night when I went to sleep, she was in her bed, next to mine. She knows she’s not allowed on my bed.

I woke up in the middle of the night and she was curled up on the corner of my bed. I pretended not to notice and let her stay.

In the morning, just before sunrise, she heard me shifting around, thinking I might be waking up, so she quietly scurried off my bed and curled up in her own, thinking I was none the wiser.

That’s my Lulu.