I must look like an absolute idiot. I am not just crying, I am weeping over this dog. The ugly cry. The cry where the tears won't stop. I never ever thought in a million years that I would be this affected by a pet. They really do become part of your family and when they die it leaves a void. I am blogging about her now because I know I will be a wreck on Friday and because I have this twinge of guilt. How could I bring my dog into the vet to be put to death? Why can't dogs just die peacefully on their own? She is sick and has been for over 5 years, I can only assume she is miserable. I know we have made the right decision, but it doesn't make it any easier.
This saga started 9 1/2 years ago. My hubby and I were still relatively newly weds, we just purchased our home, and I had just graduated college. The next major thing we needed to do was get dog. It was my graduation gift and our test to see if we could handle children. I researched breeds and breeders. I had to have the perfect dog. The perfect dog would have to be great with kids and be a good running companion. I found one. A wonderful breeder with 8 week old Yellow Lab pups. We made the hour trek and found our puppy. She was adorable and I had to have her.
It was a good thing she was cute because if she wasn't she would have been put down years ago for her crazy behavior. If you have read the book Marley and Me you can appreciate our story. I think I could have written a similar book. Riley has never been a good dog. She gave Labs a bad name. I often wondered how and why these dogs were used as service dogs.
Was she a good running companion?
Not all all. For a sporting breed, running was not her forte. She would quit about 1/2 mile into a run and stop to do her biz every 5 feet. She literally could make herself poop so she didn't have to run.
Was she a good watch dog?
Nope. She sat and watched while people stole our bikes while in our drive way. Did she bark? No. Did she growl? No. She just watched them. Now, when the mail is delivered that is another story. She barks and snarls at the mailman who give her treats but not for criminals.
She begs at the table, often times jumping up to get the food.
She will not come in the house when called. I had to go out and chase her this morning.
She refuses to go out in the rain. *gasp* my water dog hates the water!!!!
She used to run away a lot.
She is a digger.
We often joke about what to put on her name tag. My favorite was "Riley-You find her, you keep her." To her credit, we weren't the best trainers.
She earned nicknames such as:
Numbnutz, Dammit Riley, and Effing Dog
Through the years she never really calmed down as people promised. She still would get in your face and pant or snatch food out of your hand. Even though she was an insane dog, she LOVES the kids. She always has a warm spot on the one of the boys' beds or curls up next to Baby Diva's crib. They loved her too. They all use her as a climbing toy and she would just sits there and takes it. She loves her walks and playing countless hours of fetch in the backyard. Even though she is sick and crazy, she is our sick and crazy. She is a total love pig and I could never stay mad at her.
So here I sit sobbing, about a dog that isn't even dead yet. then I bust out laughing because of all the crazy times we have had with her. Then I go back to crying. All this over a dog. My husband is sad, but he grew up on a farm so he has been through this before. I have not. Please bear with me during my moment of over dramatic insanity over Big Yellow Dog.
I guess now I can pull out the sympathy card. Ha!